Robert Herrick (Роберт Геррик (Херрик))

A Child's Grace

HERE a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all. Amen. 

1. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls
2. His Last Request to Julia
3. To Anthea (Anthea, I am going hence)
4. To Sapho
5. Upon Julia's Ribbon

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