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. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
2. Loss from the Least
3. No Pains, No Gains
4. To Enjoy the Time
5. Tears and Laughter

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1936

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