On The Death of C.E. (An Infant of Twelve Months)

On The Death Of C. E. (An Infant Of Twelve Months) THROUGH airy roads he wings his instant flight To purer regions of celestial light; Enlarg’d he sees unnumber’d systems roll, Beneath him sees the universal whole, Planets on planets run their destin’d round, And circling wonders fill the vast profound. Th’ ethereal now, and […]