Epitaph upon a Child that died
1591-1674
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 272
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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