On the Death of his Infant Son Robert

ON THE DEATH OF HIS INFANT SON ROBERT

Farewell! my sweet, my budding flower,
My rosy cherub-boy, farewell!
My tortures at thy dying hour,
Thy guardian-angels best can tell!
O, blessings on thee, spotless spirit!5
Thy smile was almost heaven to me!
Though still life’s troubles I inherit,
Like David, I shall go to thee!

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