Lyrical Poems
239. UPON A CHILD THAT DIED

Robert Her

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Here 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.

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