[ON THE BURIAL OF A CHILD.]
Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord.
Rev. xiv. 13.
Lo! now the victory’s gain’d me,
And here my journey ends;
For parting tears that pain’d me,
I now have full amends:
Dear friends! because I leave you,
Be not so sore distrest;
For what indeed should grieve you?
I’m happy and at rest.