Classic Poem

Sweet Babe, who ly'st, neglected here,
No weeping Sire, no mother near,
To wet with tears thy grassy tomb,
And bid the circling willow bloom:
Yet, from a heart long learn'd to grieve,
The tender rite of verse receive!
Who, young himself as yet, has been
Sad Actor in Life's tragic Scene,
And, would, supremely thankful be,
Had, Heav'n, but chose his infant Soul, with Thee!