Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

Upon a Child That Died

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.

1. Christs Words on the Crosse: “My God, My God”
2. To His Book
3. Upon Julia's Voice
4. Men Mind No State in Sickness
5. Life Is the Body's Light

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