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From: just me
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Date: 06-Sep-2002
Time: 05:23 PM

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poem written in 1806 by dr. McNairy of Nashville after attending a patients childs death.discovered after his death...among other poems. sad but beautiful.

An infant slept, O fair to see Amid the coffin's gloom' Too fair, we thought, as yet to be A tenant of the tomb. We placed a bud within its hand, And went away to weep, To think that life's first golden sand Was wasted in that sleep.

But ere the narrow house closed o'er, We look again to see The darling baby's smile once more In death's sweet mystery.

Still fair as beauty's sculptured thought, The little cherub lay, As if the lovely clay had caught, The soul's immortal ray.

And what we had not marked at first, As living to expand, The bud a beauteous flower had burst, Blown in its frozen hand.

O, then a whisper on the air, Made bright the darkening sod ‘Tis but the bud you are placing there. The flower will bloom with God."

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