Cruel the pang to hear the struggling sigh, <br />Watch o'er the faded cheek and closing eye; <br />See infant innocence with parting breath <br />Its weeping parents bless, and smile in death.— <br />Check your vain tears!—Lo! He who 'walk'd the wave,' <br />Triumphant rising from the vanquish'd grave, <br />To man, by blood celestial ransom'd, cries, <br />He lives, for ever lives, in Me who dies.<br /><br />Henry James Pye<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/epitaph-on-a-child/
