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 hence With 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.