Here lies, but seven years old, our little maid,
Once of the darkness Oh, so sore afraid!
Light of the World---remember that small fear
And when nor moon nor stars do shine, draw near.
Walter de la Mare
Here a pretty baby lies,
Sung asleep with lullabies;
Pray be silent and not stir
Th' easy earth that covers her.
Robert Herrick
Into the world this little babe did peep,
Disliked it, closed its eyes and fell asleep.
Epitaph,1830
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