A cherub small and soft,
On whom two human beings smiled,
And pray'd for, oft and oft?
A creature, rosy, plump and fair,
Half meekness and half joy;
A wingless angel with light hair!—
Oh! wert thou, Butcher-boy?
A thing more gentle, laughing, light,
More blythe, more full of play,
Than e'er he was—that luckless wight!—