On My First Daughter
HERE lies to each her parent’s 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 henceWith safety of her innocence;Whose soul Heaven’s Queen (whose name she bears),In comfort of her mother’s tears,Hath placed among her virgin train:Where, while that severed doth remain,This grave partakes the fleshly birth,Which cover lightly, gentle earth.