Lines On A New-Born Infant

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Title:     Lines On A New-Born Infant
Author: Susanna Moodie [More Titles by Moodie]

LINES ON A NEW-BORN INFANT.[A]

Like a dew-drop from heaven in the ocean of life,
From the morn's rosy diadem falling,
A stranger as yet to the storms and the strife,
Dear babe, of thy earthly calling!

Thine eyes have unclosed on this valley of tears;
Hark! that cry is the herald of anguish and woe;
Thy young spirit finds a deep voice for its fears,
Prophetic of all that is passing below.

How short will the term of thy ignorance be!
The winds and the tempests will rise,
And passion will cover with wrecks the calm sea,
On whose surface no shadow now lies.

Unclouded and fair is the morn of thy birth,
The first lovely day in a season of gloom;
Whilst a pilgrim and stranger thou treadest this earth,
May the sunbeams of hope gild thy path to the tomb.

FOOTNOTE:

[Footnote A: Infant son (since dead) of Mr. James Bird, author of the Vale of Slaughden.]

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Susanna Moodie's poem: Lines On A New-Born Infant

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