HENRY HOWARD COMSTOCK,

It was a fair and mournful sight

Once at the wintry tide,

When to the dear baptismal rite

Was brought an infant, sweet and bright,

His father's couch beside,

His dying father's couch beside,

Whose eye, with tranquil ray,

Beheld upon that beauteous head

The consecrated water shed,

Then calmly pass'd away.

A little while the lovely babe,

As if by angels lent,

With soft caress and soothing wile

Invok'd a widow'd mother's smile,

Then to his father went.

Christ's holy seal upon his brow,

Christ's sign upon his breast,

He‘ scaped from all the cares and woes

That earth inflicts or manhood knows,

And enter'd with the blest.