ON AN INFANT
‘ Be, rather than be called, a child of God,’
Death whispered! With assenting nod,
Its head upon its mother's breast,
The Baby bowed, without demur —
Of the kingdom of the Blest
Possessor, not Inheritor.
‘ Be, rather than be called, a child of God,’
Death whispered! With assenting nod,
Its head upon its mother's breast,
The Baby bowed, without demur —
Of the kingdom of the Blest
Possessor, not Inheritor.