(From the Burial Office for a Child) o tis me threnesei teknon mou tr., John Brownlie 6.6.6.6.6 I Who would not weep my child To see thee still and dead? -- Thou from maternal arms, Even as a bird hast fled: -- Who would not weep my child? II Who would not weep my child To see thy faded brow, Once like the lily, fair, But lost to beauty now? -- Who would not weep my child? III Who would not weep my child? -- Like ship on boundless sea, That leaves no track behind, Lo, thou art gone from me, -- Who would not weep my child? |
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