BLEST in death and life beyond man's guessing Little children live and die, possest Still of grace that keeps them past expressing Blest. Each least chirp that rings from every nest, Each least touch of flower-soft fingers pressing Aught that yearns and trembles to be prest, Each least glance, gives gifts of grace, redressing Grief's worst wrongs: each mother's nurturing breast Feeds a flower of bliss, beyond all blessing Blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HOMAGE TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM by WILLIAM EMPSON LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI by JOHN KEATS |