,

    Silver bells, and baby clothes;

    Coral redder those lips

    e eclipse;

    Music framed for infants glee,

    le never tuned for thee;

    tst not, t hem,

    Loving s hem.

    Let not one be missing; nurse,

    See the hearse

    Of infant slain by doom perverse.

    hy should kings and nobles have

    Pictured tropo their grave,

    And hee deny

    tty toys o lie;

    A more y?