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, 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 65 70 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 How many Angels on a Needle's point Can stand is thought, perhaps, a needless Point: And had as many gallant Propertyes In short, Hee was New-England's SAMUEL, 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, All said, "Our Oakes the Double Power has ΤΟ 15 20 25 Hee is a Christian Nestor: Oh, that wee 30 Gall at this Gall-less, Guile-less Dove; nor yet Did any Envy with a cankred breath Blast him. It was, I 'me sure, the gen'ral Faith, Lett Oakes Bee, Say, or Do what e're he wou'd If it were OAKES it must be wise, true, good. 35 Except the Sect'ryes Hammer might a blow 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 I do 't! 45 And let your Priests for shame deceive no more, 5 For Christ doth sure destroy great Babel's Whore, ΙΟ 15 Who truly will reward equal and right, According as each loves or hates his Light. Dare you revenge your selves upon a man That fears the Lord and not bow to you can? 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 10 If 't be a sin to thinke Death brib'd can bee, Wee must be guilty, say twas bribery 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) Which Conquer'd more than Ceaser: He orethrew Onely the outward frame; this Could subdue 20 25 The ruged workes of nature. Soules repleate 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, 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; Those little folks both work and play About a thousand flow'rs a day, |