Sweet Babe, from griefs and dangers
Rest here for ever free;
We leave thy dust with strangers,
But oh, we leave not Thee.
Thy mortal sweetness, smitten
To scourge our souls for sin,
Is on our memory written,
And treasured deep therein;
While that which is immortal
Fond Hope doth still retain,
And saith “At heaven’s bright portal
Ye all shall meet again.”
(John Moultrie)
More Poetry from John Moultrie:
John Moultrie Poems based on Topics: Heaven, Sin- The Three Sons (John Moultrie Poems)
- Forget Thee? (John Moultrie Poems)
- Sonnet XIII. (John Moultrie Poems)
- Sonnet XXI. (John Moultrie Poems)
- Sonnet I. (John Moultrie Poems)
- Sonnet : The Hand Of Death (John Moultrie Poems)