That sometimes lightly floated o'er his brow
That Sabbath eve, they to each other said,
"How beautiful."
There was another scene,—
The child lay compass'd round with Spring's white flowers,
Yet heav'd no breath to stir their lightest leaf.
And many a one who on that coffin look'd
And went their way, in tender whisper said
"How beautiful!"
Oh parents, ye who sit