Like a transient shining light, <br />From beneath a cloudless sky, <br />Like a swift-wing'd seraph bright, <br />Thou hast gone to realms on high. <br /> <br />Though so few thy days on earth, <br />And affliction held thee fast, <br />Yet thou knew'st the second birth <br />Ere eleven years had past. <br /> <br />Testimony thou didst leave, <br />Seldom heard from infant's tongue; <br />Father, mother, do not grieve <br />For my loss, although so young. <br /> <br />Mother, do not angels sing? <br />Oh! I long with them to be, <br />Praising God, my Saviour King; <br />Mother, will not you meet me,— <br /> <br />Meet me where the weary rest, <br />Where affliction is unknown, <br />Where the saints of God are bless'd: <br />Meet me round my Father's throne?<br /><br />Benjamin Cutler Clark<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-on-the-death-of-a-child-j-w-aged-11-years/
