Infants

Snapped in their prime, hurried out of pains, to join innumerable companies of angels. death, a mighty remedy to allay their troubles, their wants, groans, sorrows and agonies, carried to terrestrial plain. earth Mourns, while angels welcomes one divinely ordained. though born in Adam's filth, But by grace transformed and through the cross escaped. weepers, Your sorrows are but Joys en-masked The seed is counted among the saints Their maker bids their fears begone, look through the vista of future Years, Would you meet your seed again? Then go in through the Door (John 10;9).