Sinopsis

See where the infant lies, — The rose-tint ed from the tender brow, And the light from the liquid eyes ; — Where, oh where is he now ? He hath lived but a few short hours ; — ere his birth on the yester eve To this sad strange world of ours, Where had his spirit been ? And at the trumpet-sound Startling the dead from the rolling sea And the depths of the wormy ground, Where, oh where shall he be 1 Nought can we know or tell ; All things end. in a mystery ; Yet may we answer well That with the Love and the Majesty Calm in the depths of Eternity