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ROBERT HERRICK
279 A Child's Grace
'ERE a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, For a benison to fall On our meat and on us all. Amen.
��280 Epitaph
ufon a Child that died 'ERE she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood: Who as soon fell fast asleep As her little eyes did peep. Give her strewings, but not stir The earth that lightly covers her.
��281 Another
"ERE a pretty baby lies
Sung asleep with lullabies. Pray be silent and not stir Th' easy earth that covers her.
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��282 His Winding-sheet
COME thou, who art the wine and wit Of all I've writ:
The grace, the glory, and the best Piece of the rest.
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