This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument, <br /> Contains all that was sweet and innocent ; <br /> The softest pratler that e'er found a Tongue, <br /> His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ; <br /> Which now each List'ning Angel smiling hears, <br /> Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres; <br /> Wanton as unfledg'd Cupids, ere their Charms <br /> Has learn'd the little arts of doing harms ; <br /> Fair as young Cherubins, as soft and kind, <br /> And tho translated could not be refin'd ; <br /> The Seventh dear pledge the Nuptial Joys had given, <br /> Toil'd here on Earth, retir'd to rest in Heaven ; <br /> Where they the shining Host of Angels fill, <br /> Spread their gay wings before the Throne, and smile.<br /><br />Aphra Behn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-the-tombstone-of-a-child/
