Infant Grave

Beneath the Sod where smiling creeps

The daisy into view
The Ashes of an Infant sleeps
Whose soul's as smiling too
— Ah doubly happy — doubly blest —
Had I so happy been
Recall'd to heavens eternal rest
Ere it knew how to sin
Thrice happy Infant great the bliss
Alone reserv'd for thee
Such joy — twas my sad fate to miss
& thy good luck to see

For Oh when all must rise again
To have their sentence gave
What crowds will wish with me in vain
They'd fill'd an Infants Grave

John Clare, Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery (1820)