‘ 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.
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ON AN INFANT · Samuel Taylor Coleridge · Poetry Cove