Bewail not much, my parents! me, the prey <br />Of ruthless Ades, and sepulchred here. <br />An infant, in my fifth scarce finish'd year, <br />He found all sportive, innocent, and gay, <br />Your young Callimachus; and if I knew <br />Not many joys, my griefs were also few.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-an-infant-from-the-greek/
