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v. Hymn upon the Innocents.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Hail, you sweet Babes, that are the Flowers,
Whom (when you Life begin to taste,)
The Enemy of Christ devours,
As Whirlwinds down the Roses cast.
First Sacrifice to Christ you went,
Of offer'd Lambs a tender Sort;
With Palms and Crowns you Innocent
Before the sacred Altar sport.