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EPITAPH
ON
AN INFANT.
ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven convey'd
And bade it blossom there.
EPITAPH
ON
AN INFANT.
ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to Heaven convey'd
And bade it blossom there.