Poetry: Death Of Children

Sure to the mansions of the blesf, When infaiit innocence ascends, Someange! brightër than the rest The spotless spivii's ilihtattends. On winge of cxtney they riso, Bevond wbnre woiida material roU, 'Til! sonto fair sister of the skies Reccivcs (he unpollutatl sou'. Thcrc, at the Almighty Faihcr's I.nml, Nearest the tlirone of living lifiht, The choirs of nfunt seraphs :cnd, And clnzzling sliinc, whcre r.I! ure bnglit. That nnexiitijnisViaHö i-fm, WltliXlust anitfetl nt oi ir birth, Sheds a moro dim. disr.jl) icd ijéórn, Tho more il lingers vpn cu-.h, Clossd in tl 10 daik sliaile of c'ny, The sirun-ti ot ylory f;:inily burrss, Njt cnolxu-urcd the !-j(-.ici rr;y 'J'o its own native fount jeturns. Bul wh-Mi the Xiorcl óf iñoHc'I treath Decrccs his bounty to restnr.o. And poims the sífent sliaít bfdbalhi Which speeJs nu infunt to the l'oii.bj ?io pnssion fierce, no !osv deeire ■ Hs quertche 1 the radianco of the fítn:c; Back to its God the liviqg fire Jtetnrns, uu.sullicd, as it Ciur.c.