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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:--
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