Philips, On the Death of My First and Dearest Child, Hector Philips, read by Caitlin Williams

Source: UMW

Twice forty months in wedlock I did stay,

Then had my vows crowned with a lovely boy.

And yet in forty days he dropped away;

O swift vicissitude of human joy!


I did but see him, and he disappeared,

I did but touch the rosebud, and it fell;

A sorrow unforseen and scarcely feared,

So ill can mortals their afflictions spell.


And now, sweet babe, what can my trembling heart

Suggest to right my doleful fate or thee?

Tears are my muse, and sorrow all my art,

So piercing groans must be thy elegy.


Thus whilst no eye is witness of my moan,

I grieve thy loss (ah, boy too dear to live!)

And let the unconcernèd world alone,

Who neither will, nor can, refreshment give.


An off’ring too for thy sad tomb I have,

Too just a tribute to thy early hearse.

Receive these gasping numbers to thy grave,

The last of thy unhappy mother’s verse.

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