The tear-wet incense He will take
Who at the grave, for friendship's sake,
In holy sadness wept.
Son of C. Talcott, Esq., died at Hartford, October 26th, 1860, aged 2 years and 6 months.
There came a merry voice
Forth from those lips of rose,
As tireless through its fringing flowers
The tuneful brooklet flows,
And with the nurslings feet