ON AN INFANT’S GRAVE

Beneath the sod where smiling creep

  The daisies into view,

The ashes of an Infant sleep,

  Whose soul’s as smiling too;

Ah! doubly happy, doubly blest,

  (Had I so happy been!)

Recall’d to heaven’s eternal rest,

  Ere it knew how to sin.

Thrice happy Infant! great the bliss

  Alone reserv’d for thee;

Such joy ’twas my sad fate to miss,

  And thy good luck to see;

For oh! when all must rise again,

  And sentence then shall have,

What crowds will wish with me, in vain,

  They’d fill’d an infant’s grave.