"On the Death of an Infant." by Jane Taylor (1783-1824)
WITH what unknown delight the mother smiled
When this frail treasure in her arms she pressed!
Her prayer was heard–she clasped a living child;
–But how the gift transcends the poor request!
A child was all she asked, with many a vow;–
Mother–Behold the child an angel now!
Now in her Father's house she finds a place;
Or if to earth she take a transient flight,
'T is to fulfil the purpose of His grace,
To guide thy footsteps to the world of light;–
A ministering spirit sent to thee,
That where she is, there thou mayst also be.