Poems of the late George Darley | ||
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ROBIN'S CROSS.
A little cross,
To tell my loss;
A little bed
To rest my head;
A little tear is all I crave
Upon my very little grave.
To tell my loss;
A little bed
To rest my head;
A little tear is all I crave
Upon my very little grave.
I strew thy bed
Who loved thy lays;
The tear I shed,
The cross I raise,
With nothing more upon it than—
Here lies the little friend of Man!
Who loved thy lays;
The tear I shed,
The cross I raise,
With nothing more upon it than—
Here lies the little friend of Man!
Poems of the late George Darley | ||