. A selection of posthumous poems. ON THE BIRTH OF AN INFANT ail ! Germ of Immortality,Just launched upon lifes boisterous weepest thou ? it sure were fitterTo laugh, if lifes cup were not thou suspectest there is dangerA welcome to thee ! little stranger. Even while bursting into life,Sorrow awaits thee here ; and rifeWith troubles, from thy natal day,Will follow close thy mortal way,Wherever thou mayst be a ranger,—Still welcome, welcome, little stranger. Now past the portal of existenceThou st entered, spite of all resistance : 17 * ff : > JjJCV^KpCVl^^ .>^CJ^^^

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. A selection of posthumous poems. ON THE BIRTH OF AN INFANT ail ! Germ of Immortality,Just launched upon lifes boisterous weepest thou ? it sure were fitterTo laugh, if lifes cup were not thou suspectest there is dangerA welcome to thee ! little stranger. Even while bursting into life,Sorrow awaits thee here ; and rifeWith troubles, from thy natal day,Will follow close thy mortal way,Wherever thou mayst be a ranger,—Still welcome, welcome, little stranger. Now past the portal of existenceThou st entered, spite of all resistance : 17 * ff : > JjJCV^KpCVl^^ .>^CJ^^^^-^^^^^^^^^^J^..^jf ON THE BIRTH OF AN INFANT. Napoleon—Caesar—did the , art thou born to Warriors name,Commanding* armies—braving danger ?Then mischiefs brewing, little stranger. Say, what the destinies await Thy lot ? art thou designed by fate To be a quiet Friend—or Hero As Alexander was, or Nero ? Perhaps from bad to worse thou It be a changi Of this sad world—thou wicked little stranger. Or art thou cast i

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