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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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