And souls and bodies join,
What crowds will wish their lives below
Had been as short as thine!
ON FOUR INFANTS BURIED IN THE SAME TOMB.
Bold infidelity, turn pale and die!
Beneath this stone four infants’ ashes lie:
Say, are they lost or saved?
If death’s by sin, they sinned; for they are here;
If heaven’s by works, in heaven they can’t appear.
Reason, ah, how depraved!