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A LITTLE CHILD'S MONUMENT.
We were gods who dwelt with men;
Your antenatal sphere remember;
Clear the earth-ash from the ember!
Spirits immortal! all we live and move
In One, whose name is the Eternal Love.
Yea, with flame-clasp of suffering
Christ's own divine embraces cling!
Your little one is only gone up higher,
Burns now, and glows with more seraphic fire:
For this we bound him to the funeral pyre!
Yea, folded closer, closer to our breast.
His accents reach you from our radiant rest,
Mingling with ours! Ah! with sweet surprise
Awake! and hear! believe! and recognize!"
Sark.
