Upon a Child. An Epitaph
The Hesperides & Noble Numbers — Hesperides
But born, and like a short delight,I glided by my parents' sight.That done, the harder fates deniedMy longer stay, and so I died.If, pitying my sad parents' tears,You'll spill a tear or two with theirs,And with some flowers my grave bestrew,Love and they'll thank you for't. Adieu.