Here lies, to each her parents' ruth, <br />Mary, the daughter of their youth; <br />Yet all heaven's gifts being heaven's due, <br />It makes the father less to rue. <br />At six months' end she parted hence <br />With safety of her innocence; <br />Whose soul heaven's queen, whose name she bears, <br />In comfort of her mother's tears, <br />Hath placed amongst her virgin-train: <br />Where, while that severed doth remain, <br />This grave partakes the fleshly birth; <br />Which cover lightly, gentle earth!<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-my-first-daughter/
