Lines Upon A Lady Dying Leaving A Little Infant Behind Her

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Title:     Lines Upon A Lady Dying Leaving A Little Infant Behind Her
Author: Sir John Carr [More Titles by Carr]

LINES UPON A LADY DYING

Soon after she had been wrecked on the Cornish Coast,

LEAVING A LITTLE INFANT BEHIND HER.

Sweet stranger! tho' the merc'less storm
Here sternly cast thy fainting form,
What tho' no kindred hand was near
To wipe away Affliction's tear,

Yet shall thy gentle spirit own,
Amidst these sea-girt shores unknown,
That Pity pour'd her balmy store,
And kindred hands could do no more.

Ne'er shall that pang disturb thy rest,
That moves the parted mother's breast;
The object of thy dying fear
Shall want no father's fondness here.

Oft shall his little lips proclaim,
With April-tears, thy treasur'd name;
His little hands, when summers bloom,
Shall gather flow'rs to deck thy tomb.

[The end]
Sir John Carr's poem: Lines Upon A Lady Dying Leaving A Little Infant Behind Her

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