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An Epitaph Upon A Child

Robert Herrick

Virgins promised when I died,
That they would each primrose-tide
Duly, morn and evening, come,
And with flowers dress my tomb.
--Having promised, pay your debts
Maids, and here strew violets.

(C) Robert Herrick
03/11/2017


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