GRACE FOR A CHILD 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 our all.
— from The Flower of the Mind by Alice Meynell
GRACE FOR A CHILD 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.
— from A Selection from the Lyrical Poems of Robert Herrick by Robert Herrick
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