Infants' Graves - Panzerchrist

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