Coleridge, Samuel Taylor - To an Infant
Type of Spiritual Experience
An intriguing line "Meek nurse of souls through their long infancy". I wonder how long he was thinking - one life, more than one life ...................
A description of the experience
Samuel Taylor Coleridge – The Complete Poem
From to an Infant
Man's breathing miniature! Thou mak'st me sigh -
A Babe thou art – and such a thing am I!
To anger rapid and as soon appeased,
For trifles mourning and by trifles pleased,
Break Friendship's mirror with a tetchy blow,
Yet snatch what coals of fire on Pleasure's altar glow!
O thou that rearest with celestial aim
The future Seraph in my mortal frame,
Thrice holy faith! Whatever thorns I meet
As on I totter with unpractised feet,
Still let me stretch my arms and cling to thee
Meek nurse of souls through their long infancy