ON THE GRAVE OF A CHILD IN MORWENSTOW CHURCHYARD - Rabindranath Tagore Poems

 
 

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ON THE GRAVE OF A CHILD IN MORWENSTOW CHURCHYARD

Those whom God loves die young;
    They see no evil days;
No falsehood taints their tongue,
    No wickedness their ways.

Baptized -- and so made sure
    To win their safe abode;
What could we pray for more?
    They die, and are with God.


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