FOR CHILDREN. 101

and if beside his grave the tears our aching eyes
may dim,
God comfort us for all the love that we shall lose

in him.

I have a son, a third sweet son, his age I cannot
tell,

For they reckon not by months and years, where
he is gone to dwell ;

To us for fourteen anxious months his infant smiles
were given,

And then he bade farewell to earth, and went to
live in heaven.

I cannot tell what form is his, what looks he
weareth now,

Nor guess how bright a glory crowns his shining
seraph brow :

The thoughts that fill his sinless soul, the bliss
which he doth feel,

Are numbered with the secret things which God
will not reveal.

But I know, for God doth tell me this, that now
he is at rest,

Where other blessed infants be, on their Saviour’s
loving breast ;

I know his spirit feels no more the weary load of
flesh,

But his sleep is blest with endless dreams of joy
for ever fresh.

I know that we shall meet our babe, his mother
dear, and I,

When God himself shall wipe away all tears from
every eye. K2