ON A TWIN AT TWO YEARS OLD DEAD OF A CONSUMPTION. DEATH! thou such a one hast smit, Any stone can cover it; 'Twas an envy more than sin, If he had not been a twin, To have kill'd him, when his herse Hardly could contain a verse. Two fair sisters, sweet and young, Minded as a prophet's tongue, Thou hadst kill'd, and since with thee Goodness had no amity: Nor could tears of parents save So much sweetness from the grave; Sickness seem'd so small to fit him, That thou should'st not see to hit him; And thou canst not truly say, If he be dead or flown away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE. 6. IN THE CEMETERY by THOMAS HARDY CELIA'S HOMECOMING by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON THE HOLLY TREE by ROBERT SOUTHEY THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI CAPITAL SQUARE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON A BUDDING MORROW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |