Poetry: Lines Inscribed To Mrs. Waterman, On The Death Of A Child

How all ow foiiui hopea and prospecta here fail, And bv disappaintmcnt dccay; AH the joys and pleasures, that carth can afibrd, Will wiekex aüd ale in a day. We' re soen the fair rose in the morning of spring, lts heautiful blossom unfold; But ere the chili dews of the morning were gonc, T' was deetroyad by tempest and cold. T'wns so with thy infant, hc bloomed for awhile, Likc fairest of rosos in spring, But 8oon Ihe dear Saviour removed hitn on high, His praiees in glory to eing. Then why wilt thou mourn.dcarest mothcr,for me, Since Tve gono to a heaven above? To mansion6 of glory around the bright throne, He answers in aecents o( love. Ann Arbor, April lat, 1843.