Epitaph Upon A Child That Died

Epitaph Upon A Child That Died
14 Feb
2017

Here she lies, a pretty bud,
Lately made of flesh and blood:
Who as soon as 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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