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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Graves Of Infants</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Infant' graves are steps of angels, where<br>Earth's brightest gems of innocence repose.<br>God is their parent, and they need no tear;<br>He takes them to His bosom from earth's woes,<br>A bud their lifetime and a flower their close.<br>Their spirits are an Iris of the skies,<br>Needing no prayers; a sunset's happy close.<br>Gone are the bright rays of their soft blue eyes;<br>Flowers weep in dew-drops oer them, and the gale gently sighs</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Their lives were nothing but a sunny shower,<br>Melting on flowers as tears melt from the eye.<br>Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven's amaranth bower,<br>And tolled on flowers as Summer gales went by.<br>They bowed and trembled, and they left no sigh,<br>And the sun smiled to show their end was well.<br>Infants have nought to weep for ere they die;<br>All prayers are needless, beads they need not tell,<br>White flowers their mourners are, Nature their passing bell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Clare">John Clare</a></strong></div>

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