On My First Daughter
Here lies, to each her parentsí ruth, Mary, the daughter of their youth; Yet all heavenís gifts being heavenís due, It makes the father less to rue. At six monthsí end she parted hence With safety of her innocence; Whose soul heavenís queen, whose name she bears, In comfort of her motherís tears, Hath placed amongst her virgin-train: Where, while that severed doth remain, This grave partakes the fleshly birth; Which cover lightly, gentle earth!
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