Poems (Jenkins)/Epitaph on a Child Left Buried Abroad
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Epitaph
On a Child left Buried Abroad
On a Child left Buried Abroad
FATHER, forget not, now that we must go,
A little one in alien earth low laid;
Send some kind angel when thy trumpets blow
Lest he should wake alone, and be afraid.
A little one in alien earth low laid;
Send some kind angel when thy trumpets blow
Lest he should wake alone, and be afraid.