On an Infant's Grave
John Clare
1793 to 1864
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Recall'd to heaven's eternal rest,
The ashes of an Infant sleep,
Ere it knew how to sin.
Whose soul's as smiling too;
And thy good luck to see;
(Had I so happy been!)
And sentence then shall have,
Thrice happy Infant! great the bliss
They'd fill'd an infant's grave.
The daisies into view,
Ah! doubly happy, doubly blest,
Beneath the sod where smiling creep
What crowds will wish with me, in vain,
For oh! when all must rise again,
Alone reserv'd for thee;
Such joy 'twas my sad fate to miss,