Child Of Robert Bonner, Esq., Died At New York, April 28Th, 1859, Aged 13 Months. There Was A Cradling Lent Us Here, To Cheer Our Lot, It Was A Cherub In Disguise, But Yet Our Dim And Earth-Bow'D Eyes Perceiv'D It Not. Its Voice Was Like The Symphony That Lute-Strings Lend, Yet Tho' Our Hearts The Music Hail'D As A Sweet Breath Of Heaven, They Fail'D To Comprehend. It Linger'D Till Each Season Fill'D Their Perfect Round, The Vernal Bud, The Summer-Rose, Autumnal Gold, And Wintry Snows Whitening The Ground. But When Again Reviving Spring Thro' Flowers Would Roam, And The White Cherry Blossoms Stirr'D Neath The Soft Wing Of Chirping Bird, A Call From Angel-Harps Was Heard, "Cherub,--Come Home."