Only a Baby's Grave

Only a baby’s grave! Some foot or two, at the most, Of star-daisied sod; yet I think that GoJ Knows what that little grave cost.

Only a baby’s grave!

To children even so small That they sit there and sing, so small a thing

Seems scaredy a grave at all I

Only a baby’s grave!

Strange, how we moan and fret For a little face that was here such a space I-Oh! more strange, could we forget!

Only a baby’s grave!

Did we measure grief by this, Few tears were shed on our baby dead;

I know how they fell on this.

Only a baby’s grave!

Will the little life be much
Too small a gem for his diadem,

Whose kingdom is made of such?

Only a baby’s grave!

Yet often we come and sit By the little stone, and thank God to own

We are nearer to Him for it.