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# Page 184 — Poetry on Death of a Child This is a text page containing a complete poem printed in running verse. The poem is a mourning elegy addressed to a deceased child ("sweetest Babe," "sweet Boy"), describing the loss of the child's physical beauty and presence while offering consolation through Christian belief in heavenly reward. The speaker asserts that tears should fall not for the dead child, now in paradise, but for the living who remain in earthly sorrow. The work appears to be sentimental Victorian verse, likely from a serialized melodramatic tale involving child death—a common penny dreadful theme.
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184 | Oh, haste as thou wast wont todo; | We'll mount yon shrubby steep together : Thy care the first wood flowers shall shew, Thyself all blooming as the weather. Haste, sweetest Babe, beloved of all! Our cheerful hours without thee languish : Ah! hush! ....he hears no more thy call! Ah! hush! ....nor wake a parent's anguish! That lip of roses glows no more; That beaming glance in night is clouded; Those bland endearments all are o’er, In death’s dark pall for ever shrouded. No, Angel sweetness ! not for ever, | Though Heaven from us thy charms hath hidden, We joy for thee, though forced to sever; O favoured guest, thus early bidden! Even o’er thy dying couch, sweet Boy! A heavenly Messenger presided ; He beckoned thee to seats of joy, To fields of endless rapture guided. No, not for thee this bitter tear, . ~ It falls for those yet doomed to sorrow ; Who feel the load of life severe, Who mourn the past, nor hope the morrow. Comichbooksseom