Here a little child I stand
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all.
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all.
Robert Herrick - Hesperide and Noble Numbers
