SONNET
WHY should we weep or mourn, Angelic boy, For such thou wert ere from our sight removed, Holy, and ever dutiful–beloved From day to day with never-ceasing joy, And hopes as dear as could the heart employ In aught to earth pertaining? Death has proved His might, nor less his mercy, as behoved– Death conscious that he only could destroy The bodily frame. That beauty is laid low To moulder in a far-off field of Rome; 10 But Heaven is now, blest Child, thy Spirit’s home: When such divine communion, which we know, Is felt, thy Roman-burial place will be Surely a sweet remembrancer of Thee. 1846.