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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

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
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London
England
Hand
Amen
Child
Lift
Though
Lifts
Fall
Meat
Hands
Thee
Littles
Cold
Little
Stand
Children
Either
Heaving

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