1663? A Squared Stone became Christ's Building rare; 15 1669. FROM AN ELEGIE UPON THE DEATH OF THE Oh that I were a Poet now in grain! How would I invocate the Muses all To deign their presence, lend their flowing Vein, And help to grace dear Shepard's Funeral! How would I paint our griefs, and succours borrow 5 Now could I wish (if wishing would obtain) Here is a subject for the loftiest Verse And could my Pen ingeniously distill I should think all too little to condole Could I take highest Flights of Fancy, soar Aloft, If Wits Monopoly were mine, All would be much too low, too light, too poor, To pay due tribute to this great Divine. Ah, Wit avails not when th' Heart 's like to break; His Look commanded Reverence and Awe, Though Mild and Amiable, not Austere: Well Humour'd was He (as I ever saw), To set forth this Rare Piece to be admir'd. He govern'd well the Tongue (that busie thing, Gravely Reserv'd, in Speech not lavishing, 30 His Words were few, well season'd, wisely weigh'd, 35 And in his Tongue the Law of kindness sway'd. Learned he was beyond the common Size; Befriended much by Nature in his Wit And Temper (Sweet, Sedate, Ingenious, Wise); And (which crown'd all) he was Heav'ens Favourite, 40 Wise He, not wily, was; Grave, not Morose; 45 (Strange if he had!); and would not wast an Hour; Thoughtful and Active for the common good, And yet his own place wisely understood. .... See where our Sister Charlstown sits and Moans! 50 Charlstown, that might for joy compare of late As you have seen some Pale, Wan, Ghastly look, 55 So Visag'd is poor Charlstown at this day; Cambridge groans under this so heavy cross, 60 Renews her Griefs afresh for her old loss Of her own Shepard, and drops many a Tear. Cambridge and Charlstown now joint Mourners are, 65 Must Learnings Friend (Ah, worth us all) go thus, 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, And Nature, too; yea, a compendious 5 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, Hee is a Christian Nestor: Oh, that wee Blast him. It was, I'me sure, the gen'ral Faith, If it were OAKES it must be wise, true, good. 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. Yett after my Encomiastick Ink 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. JOHN GRAVE FROM A SONG OF SION Be silent now, all People, young and old, Give ear, all Nations; let your eyes behold 50 1682. How Christ's pure Light most glorious doth appear. O all mankind, submit to him in fear; And let your Priests for shame deceive no more, 5 For Christ doth sure destroy great Babel's Whore, But strictly will make Laws against the just, ΙΟ 15 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? Will you your cruelty on them fulfil ? 20 And for meeting together in Christ's Name Dare you make havock of them for the same? 25 That upright men may not work in their ground, 30 |