English Poetry. Robert Herrick. A Child’s Grace. Роберт Геррик (Херрик).

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. 

Robert Herrick’s other poems:

1. A Paranaeticall, or Advisive Verse to His Friend, Mr John Wicks
2. The Present Time Best Pleaseth
3. The Definition of Beauty
4. The Ceremonies for Candlemas Day
5. The Hock-Cart, or Harvest Home: to the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmorland

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