After a Latin Epitaph in Madingley Church
Bring roses, singing girls, soft pansies strew
To decorate these little ashes new;
Nor with one cry or longing tears invade
The sleeping stillness of an infant maid,
Who in one showery day was here and gone,
To God's invariable peace passed on.
He whispered to her soul; without a stain,
She, to his goodness, gave it back again.
To decorate these little ashes new;
Nor with one cry or longing tears invade
The sleeping stillness of an infant maid,
Who in one showery day was here and gone,
To God's invariable peace passed on.
He whispered to her soul; without a stain,
She, to his goodness, gave it back again.
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