Poems (Edwards)/An Epitaph for an Infant

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EPITAPH FOR AN INFANT.
Beneath this stone in soft repose, Is laid a mother's dearest pride,A flower, that scarce had waked to life, And light, and beauty, ere it died;God, in his wisdom, has recalled The precious boon his love had given,And though the casket moulders here, The gem is sparkling now in Heaven.
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