SIR JOHN BEAUMONT
Reading edition
1583-1627
223.
Of his Dear Son, Gervase
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.