Poems for Children Sigourney/Child's Hymn on the death of an Infant Brother
Child's Hymn.
ON THE LOSS OF AN INFANT BROTHER.
No more my little brother's voice,
At early morn I hear—
No more his sparkling eyes rejoice
To see our mother near.
They took him where our grandsire slept,
On pillow green and fair,
And laid him in that lowly bed,
And turn'd, and left him there.
But then, his never-dying soul
On glorious wing did soar,
Where pain that made his cheek so pale
Can never vex him more.
He hath a happy cherub's smile,
He hath a robe of white,
He gathers ever-blooming flowers,
Which no cold storm may blight.
'T was sweet to take him in my arms,
And watch his laughing eyes,
But he has found more perfect joy
Above the cloudless skies.
Our blessed grandsire is in Heaven,
For so my parents said,
With him my darling brother lives,
O say not, he is dead.