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On my First Daughter

HERE lies, to each her parents ruth,

Mary, the daughter of their youth;

Yet all heaven’s gifts being heaven’s due,

It makes the father less to rue.

At six months’ end she parted hence

With safety of her innocence;

Whose soul heaven’s Queen, whose name she bears,

In comfort of her mother’s tears,

Hath placed amongst her virgin train:

Where while that, severed, doth remain,

This grave partakes the fleshy birth;

Which cover lightly, gentle earth!