On An Infant

Which died before baptism.

"Be rather than be called a child of God," Death whispered. With assenting nod, Its head upon its mother's breast The baby bowed without demur-- Of the kingdom of the blest Possessor, not inheritor.

Next the father let me place the gifted son, Hartley Coleridge. He was born in 1796, and died in 1849. Strange, wayward, and in one respect faulty, as his life was, his poetry--strange, and exceedingly wayward too--is often very lovely. The following sonnet is all I can find room for:--