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Epitaph On The Tombstone Of A Child

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This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;
The softest pratler that e'er found a Tongue,
His Voice was Musick and his Words a Song ;
Which now each List'ning Angel smiling hears,
Such pretty Harmonies compose the Spheres;
Wanton as unfledg'd Cupids, ere their Charms
Has learn'd the little arts of doing harms ;
Fair as young Cherubins, as soft and kind,
And tho translated could not be refin'd ;
The Seventh dear pledge the Nuptial Joys had given,
Toil'd here on Earth, retir'd to rest in Heaven ;
Where they the shining Host of Angels fill,
Spread their gay wings before the Throne, and smile.
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COMMENTS
Douglas Scotney 07 July 2015
it's the 'Has' after 'Charms' that does it for me. And the thought of those smiles in heaven
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Edward Kofi Louis 07 July 2015
Monument! With the memories of the past. Nice work.
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Kim Barney 07 July 2015
Sweet, sonorous sixteen-hundreds sonnet. Somewhat sappy yet still pleasing some four hundred years later.
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