“Well with the child?” Ah, yes, ’t is well
With that bright creature evermore,
Gone up, ’mid seraph bands to dwell
With God on yonder starry shore.
“Well with the child?” Ah, yes, ’t is well,
Though marble-cold that lily brow,
And though no sage nor seer can tell
Where soars the mind that beamed there now.
“Well with the child?” Ah, yes, ’t is well,
Though still in death that speaking eye;