Renews her Griefs afresh for her old loss Of her own Shepard, and drops many a Tear. Cambridge and Charlstown now joint Mourners are, Must Learnings Friend (Ah, worth us all) go thus, 65 Our Fellow (that no Fellow had with us) Is gone to Heave'ns great University: 70 Our's now indeed 's a lifeless Corporation; Farewel, Dear Shepard! Thou art gone before, Made free of Heaven, where thou shalt sing loud Hymns 75 In the sweet Quire of Saints and Seraphims. Lord, look on us here, clogg'd with sin and clay, And we, through Grace, shall be as happy as they. My Dearest, Inmost, Bosome-Friend is Gone! 80 Now in an Huddling Croud I'm all alone, Blest be my Rock! God lives: Oh let him be, 1677. 1677. FROM A POEM DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF (BY N. R.) Well, Reader, Wipe thine Eyes! & see the Man Say, "I have lost." In Name a Drusius, How many Angels on a Needle's point Can stand is thought, perhaps, a needless Point: In short, Hee was New-England's SAMUEL, And had as many gallant Propertyes As ere an Oak had Leaves or Argus Eyes. A better Christian would a miracle Be thought. From most he bore away the Bell. . . . . Oakes an Uncomfortable Preacher was, I must confess. Hee made us cry, Alass! A Benedict and Boniface to boot, Gall at this Gall-less, Guile-less Dove; nor yet Blast him. It was, I'me sure, the gen'ral Faith, Or two receive from Anabaptists, who Never lov'd any Man that wrote a Line Their naught, Church-rending Cause to undermine. 40 Is all run out, I must conclude (I think) With a Dicebam, not a Dixi. Yea, Such a course will exceeding proper bee: The Jews, whene're they build an House, do leave Some part Imperfect, as a call to grieve 45 For their destroy'd Jerus'lem; I'le do so! I do 't! Lord, Lett us Peace on this our Israel see, And still both Hephsibah and Beulah bee! Then will thy People Grace and Glory Sing, And every Wood with Hallelujah's ring. 50 1682. JOHN GRAVE FROM A SONG OF SION Be silent now, all People, young and old, How Christ's pure Light most glorious doth appear. And let your Priests for shame deceive no more, Who truly will reward equal and right, Dare you revenge your selves upon a man That fears the Lord and not bow to you can? 5 ΙΟ 15 20 Will you your cruelty on them fulfil ? And for meeting together in Christ's Name Dare you make havock of them for the same? Let fury cease, for God's just wrath proceeds, 25 Doth Corn so plentifully now abound That upright men may not work in their ground, And no place else can you to them aford But prison-holes because they fear the Lord? 30 Think you the Lord not angry is for this? That you so wretchedly are hardened. That they may know the dreadful works of God, 35 40 45 And love Christs Light; else in your sins you die. Death, why soe crewill? what, no other way Which through thy tyrany with him must fall Griefe had bin silent. Now wee must complaine, Since thou in him hast more then thousand slane, 5 ΙΟ If 't be a sin to thinke Death brib'd can bee, Wee must be guilty, say twas bribery To whom for secrit crimes just vengance owes 15 Him to destroy, whose well tride curage such Who now must heale those wounds or stop that blood Who i'st must pleade our Cause? nor Trump nor Drum And Cannot speake. Our Arms (though nere so strong) 20 25 With dull Child could he 'd annemate with heate Drawne forth of reasons Lymbick. In a word Marss and Minerva both in him Concurd 30 For arts, for arms, whose pen and sword alike, As Catos did, may admireation strike In to his foes, while they confess with all It was there guilt stil'd him a Criminall. 35 In disarv'd measures, untill time shall bring Truth, Crown'd with freedom and from danger free, 40 Here let him rest: while wee this truth report, Hee 's gon from hence unto a higher Court To pleade his Cause, where he by this doth know WHETHER TO CEASER HEE WAS FRIEND OR FOE. About 1676. 1814. NICHOLAS NOYES FROM A PRÆFATORY POEM TO THE LITTLE BOOK ENTITULED CHRISTIANUS PER IGNEM The thoughts are like a swarm of Bees, That fly both when and where they please; |