An Epitaph Upon A Child
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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.
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.