On seeing Lady H— after the Death of a favourite Daughter. ‘Christian Carstairs’ Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T76883 Carstairs, Christian. Original Poems. By a Lady, Dedicated to Miss Ann Henderson. A Tribute to Gratitude and Friendships. Edinburgh Andrew Shortrede 1786 pp. 7-8.

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Otterston , October . On seeing Lady H— after the Death of a favourite Daughter . NOT death so common , or an infant lost , The turn of mind by tender feelings tost ; Deep by regret each happy scene reflect , For her my life all other joys neglect . Blows there a rose so sweet ? each flower recals — A day how gay , then droops its head and falls . Bleak winter comes ! the lifeless trees no shade , A dreary night ; how cold , how chang'd a bed ! How then to sleep , to peace , my mind compose ! At once depriv'd for ever of repose . What have I done ? to blast my early hope , Torn thus my life , the cause of my hard lot ? Oh ! awful thought , to question thy decree ! Prostrate to earth , my spirit flies to thee ; The mystic dove in clouds ascends above , Come , little children , come , and share my love . Around her couch in innocence descend , Thy guardian wings to comfort and defend . Resign'd her mind , in slumbers quiet impart Thy heavenly scenes to raise again her heart . But how these scenes , these joys , conceiv'd below ? For aught in earth would I these scenes forego , Already blest , yet wants one blessing more , When we shall meet , and you these scenes explore .