UPON A CHILD. AN EPITAPH.
by Robert Herrick
BUT born, and like a short delight,
I glided by my parents' sight.
That done, the harded fates denied
My longer stay, and so I died.
If, pitying my sad parents' tears,
You'll spill a tear or two with theirs,
And with some flowers my grave bestrew,
Love and they'll thank you for 't. Adieu.
Source:
Herrick, Robert. Works of Robert Herrick. vol I.
Alfred Pollard, ed.
London, Lawrence & Bullen, 1891. 84.
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