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AN EPITAPH UPON A CHILD

 Virgins promised when I died,
That they would each primrose-tide
Duly, morn and evening, come,
And with flowers dress my tomb.
--Having promised, pay your debts Maids, and here strew violets.

Poem by Robert Herrick
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