Epitaph On An Infant Poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Epitaph On An Infant

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Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: death,heaven,sorrow
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