No sooner came, but gone, and fall'n asleep, Acquaintance short, yet parting caused us weep; Three flowers, two scarcely blown, the last i' th' bud, Cropped by th' Almighty's hand; yet is He good. With dreadful awe before Him let's be mute, Such was His will, but why, let's not dispute, With humble hearts and mouths put in the dust, Let's say He's merciful as well as just. He will return and make up all our losses, And smile again after our bitter crosses Go pretty babe, go rest with sisters twain; Among the blessed in endless joys remain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROMANCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THREE SILENCES IN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON SONNET FOR A PICTURE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) ZERO by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 89. THE LIMIT OF HUMAN KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |