Epitaph On A Child

Cruel the pang to hear the struggling sigh,
  Watch o'er the faded cheek and closing eye;
  See infant innocence with parting breath
  Its weeping parents bless, and smile in death.—
  Check your vain tears!—Lo! He who "walk'd the wave,"
  Triumphant rising from the vanquish'd grave,
  To man, by blood celestial ransom'd, cries,
  He lives, for ever lives, in Me who dies.