On My First Daughter by Alice Meynell — Read

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.