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XXII. On My First Daughter.
Here lies to each her parents ruth,Mary, the daughter of their youth:
Yet, all heavens gifts, being heavens due,
It makes the father, lesse, to rue.
At sixe months end, she parted hence
With safety of her innocence;
Whose soule heavens Queen, (whose name she beares)
In comfort of her mothers teares,
Hath plac'd amongst her Virgin-traine:
Where, while that sever'd doth remaine,
This grave partakes the fleshly birth.
Which cover lightly, gentle earth.
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