In the Broadway churchyard, Westminster, on three children, who all died very early, the eldest being little more than three years of age:—
Three children, not dead, but sleeping lies,
With Christ they live above the skies,
Wash'd in his blood, and for his dress,
Christ's glorious robe of righteousness,
In which they shine more bright by far
Than sun, or moon, or morning star;
In Paradise they wing their way,
Blooming in one eternal day.
G.W.N.