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. 

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Poet: Robert Herrick
Poem: Epitaph upon a Child that died

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