On My First Daughter

On My First Daughter
 by Ben Jonson

      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! 

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