EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. 101
some pretty lines of poetry, the other day, which were inscribed on an infant's tomb."
" Will you repeat them, my love?" asked Mrs. Ashton.
Helen did so.
" A little spirit slumbers here, Who to one heart was very dear; Oh ! he was more than life or light; Its thoughts by day, its dawn by night. The chill winds came, the young flower
faded And died ; the grave its sweetness shaded. Fair boy, thou should'st have wept for me; Nor I have had to mourn o'er thee: Yet not long may this sorrow be. Those roses I have planted round, To deck the dear, sad, sacred ground, When spring-gales next their leaves shall
wave, May blush upon thy mother's grave."