Poems (Spofford)/First and Last

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FIRST AND LAST.
Just come from heaven, how bright and fairThe soft locks of the baby's hair,As if the unshut gates still shedThe shining halo round his head!
Just entering heaven, what sacred snowsUpon the old man's brow repose!For there the opening gates have strewnThe glory from the great white throne.
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