In memory of my dear grand-child Elizabeth
Bradjireet^'^ who decea/ed Aug'uji, 1665.
being" a year and half old.
FArewel dear babe, my hearts too much content, Farewel fweet babe, the pleafure of mine eye, Farewel fair flower that for a fpace was lent. Then ta'en away unto Eternity. Bleft babe why fhould I once bewail thy fate. Or figh the dayes lb foon were terminate; Sith thou art fetled in an Everlalling ftate.
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��By nature Trees do rot when they are grown. And Plumbs and Apples throughly ripe do fall. And Corn and grafs are in their feafon mown. And time brings down what is both ftrong and tall. But plants new fet to be eradicate. And buds new blown, to have fo fhort a date. Is by his hand alone that guides nature and fate.
- The eldest child of her son Samuel.
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