Into the world a rosy hand in doubt
He reached—a pale hand took one rosebud out.
"And that was all—quite all!" No, surely! But
The children cried so when his eyes were shut.
Sarah M. B. Piatt [1836-1919]
"BABY SLEEPS"
She is not dead, but sleepeth.—Luke viii. 52.
The baby wept;
The mother took it from the nurse's arms,
And hushed its fears, and soothed its vain alarms,
And baby slept.
Again it weeps,
And God doth take it from the mother's arms,
From present griefs, and future unknown harms,
And baby sleeps.
Samuel Hinds [1793-1872]