Blest in death and life beyond man’s guessing
Little children live and die, possest
Still of grace that keeps them past expressing
Blest.
Each least chirp that rings from every nest,
Each least touch of flower-soft fingers pressing
Aught that yearns and trembles to be prest,
Each least glance, gives gifts of grace, redressing
Grief’s worst wrongs: each mother’s nurturing breast
Feeds a flower of bliss, beyond all blessing
Blest.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
(Algernon Charles Swinburne)
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