Those who have lost an infant are never, as it were, without an infant child. Their other children grow up to manhood and womanhood, and suffer all the changes of mortality; but this one alone is rendered an immortal child; for death has arrested it with his kindly harshness, and blessed it into an eternal image of youth and innocence.
Leigh Hunt (2016). “Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Leigh Hunt (Illustrated)”, p.1782, Delphi Classics
