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.
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"Here she lies, a pretty bud,..."
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