Of his Dear Son, Gervase
1583-1627
DEAR Lord, receive my son, whose winning love
To me was like a friendship, far above
The course of nature or his tender age;
Whose looks could all my bitter griefs assuage:
Let his pure soul, ordain'd seven years to be
In that frail body which was part of me,
Remain my pledge in Heaven, as sent to show
How to this port at every step I go.
DayPoems Poem No. 223
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/223.html">Of his Dear Son, Gervase by Sir John Beaumont</a>
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