Blest Babe! it at length has withdrawn, <br />The Seraphs have rock'd it to sleep; <br />Away with an angelic smile it has gone, <br />And left a sad parent to weep! <br /> <br /> <br />It soars from the ocean of pain, <br />On breezes of precious perfume; <br />O be not discouraged when death is but gain-- <br />The triumph of life from the tomb. <br /> <br /> <br />With pleasure I thought it my own, <br />And smil'd on its infantile charms; <br />But some mystic bird, like an eagle, came down, <br />And snatch'd it away from my arms. <br /> <br /> <br />Blest Babe, it ascends into Heaven, <br />It mounts with delight at the call; <br />And flies to the bosom from whence it was given, <br />The Parent and Patron of all.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-death-of-an-infant/
