On the Death of an Infant

From the Dutch by H. S. Van Dyk A HOST of angels flying, Through cloudless skies impelled, Upon the earth beheld A pearl of beauty lying, Worthy to glitter bright In heaven’s vast hall of light. They saw, with glances tender, An infant newly born, O’er whom life’s earliest morn Just cast its opening splendor; Virtue it could not know, Nor vice, nor joy, nor woe. The blest angelic legion, Greeted its birth above, And came, with looks of love, From heaven’s enchanting region; Bending their wingèd way To where the infant lay. They spread their pinions o’er it,— That little pearl which shone With lustre all its own,— And then on high they bore it, Where glory has its birth;— But left the shell on earth.

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Poems of Home: I. About Children

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From the Dutch by H. S. Van Dyk A HOST of angels flying, Through cloudless skies impelled, Upon the earth beheld A pearl of beauty lying, Worthy to glitter bright In heaven’s vast hall of light. They saw, with glances tender, An infant newly born, O’er whom life’s earliest morn Just...