Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Grace for a Child

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. Wlt Punished Prospers Most
2. Upon a Painted Gentlewoman
3. Four Things Make Us Happy Here
4. The Watch
5. Upon Wrinkles

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