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John Clare - Graves Of InfantsJohn Clare - Graves Of Infants
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Infant` graves are steps of angels, where       Earth`s brightest gems of innocence repose.     God is their parent, and they need no tear;       He takes them to His bosom from earth`s woes,     A bud their lifetime and a flower their close.       Their spirits are an Iris of the skies,     Needing no prayers; a sunset`s happy close.       Gone are the bright rays of their soft blue eyes; Flowers weep in dew-drops oer them, and the gale gently sighs     Their lives were nothing but a sunny shower,       Melting on flowers as tears melt from the eye.     Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven`s amaranth bower,       And tolled on flowers as Summer gales went by.     They bowed and trembled, and they left no sigh,       And the sun smiled to show their end was well.     Infants have nought to weep for ere they die;       All prayers are needless, beads they need not tell, White flowers their mourners are, Nature their passing bell.
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