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 fleshly birth; Which cover lightly, gentle earth!