239. UPON A CHILD THAT DIED
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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.
Reading edition
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.