Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

A Child's Grace

HERE 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. 

1. His Last Request to Julia
2. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
3. To Sapho
4. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls
5. Posting to Printing (Epigram)

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