'Like morning dew <br />He sparkled; was exhaled, and went to heaven;' <br />That promise for the innocent was given, <br />And is divinely true. <br />All that is left on earth <br />Shall be a sacred, sainted memory, <br />For he is raised to an exalted birth, <br />And heaven his home shall be. <br /> <br /> <br />What could he know <br />Of all the mysteries of life and death? <br />He lightly drew his short and passing breath. <br />Poor child! departing so <br />He found his early rest: <br />Then mourn not, Mother! keep the recollection <br />Shrined in the inmost seat of thine affection, <br />Knowing that he is blest!<br /><br />John Bowring<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-a-mother-on-the-death-of-a-child/
