Now ‘mong His lambs thou livest thy Saviour’s care,
Forever as thou wast, pure, sweet and fair.
Another infant epitaph is striking in its simplicity and very solemn in its teaching:
Beneath this tomb an infant lies,
To earth whose body lent,
Hereafter shall more glorious rise,
But not more innocent.
When the archangel’s trump shall blow,
And souls to bodies join,
What crowds shall wish their lives below