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Light Griefs break forth, and easily get vent, 1662. Great Ones are, thro' Amazement, closely pent.

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At length my MUSE, not bearing to be longer mute, brake forth in the following ACROSTICK; which fhe called

A Pathetick ELÉGY on
the Death of that dear, and
faithful Servant of GOD,
EDWARD BURROUGH.
Who died the 14th of the
12th Month, 1662.

And thus fhe Introduceth it.

How

OW long shall Grief lie fmother'd! Ah,
how long

Shall Sorrow's Signet feal my filent Tongue!
How long shall Sighs me fuffocate! And make
My Lips to quiver, and my Heart to ake!
How long fhall I, with Pain, fupprefs my Cries!
And feek for Holes to wipe my wat'ry Eyes!
Why may not I, by Sorrow thus oppreft,
Pour forth my Grief into another's Breaft!

1662. If that be true which once was faid by one, 3

*Ille do. That * He mourns truly, who doth Mourn alone :

let vere,

qui fine' Then may I truly fay, My Grief is true

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dolet.

Since it hath yet been known to very few.
Nor is it now mine Aim to make it known
To those, to whom these Verses may be shown:
But to Affwage my Sorrow-fwollen Heart,
Which Silence caus'd to tafte fo deep of Smart.
This is my End, that fo I may prevent
The Veffel's Bursting, by a timely vent.

-Quis talia fando

Temperet à Lacrymis !

Who can forbear, when fuch things spoke he hears,

His Grave to Water with a Flood of Tears.

E cho ye Woods: Refound ye hallow Places.
Let Tears and Paleneß cover all Mens Faces.
Let Groans like Claps of Thunder, pierce the Air :
While I the Cause of my juft Grief declare.
O that mine Eyes could, like the Streams of Nile,
O'erflow their watry Banks: and thou, mean while,
Drink in my trick'ling Tears, O thirsty Ground;
So might'st thou henceforth fruitfuller be found.

Laments

Lament, my Soul, Lament; thy Loẞ is deep:
And all that Sion love fit down and weep.
M ourn, Oye Virgins: And let Sorrow be

my

E ach Damfel's Dowry: And (alas, for me!)
N'er let Sobs and Sighings have an End,
Till I again embrace m' afcended Friend;
A nd till I feel the Virtue of his Life
To Confolate me, and Reprefs my Grief:
Infuse into my Heart the Oyl of Gladness
Once more,
and by its strength remove that Sadness
Now preffing down my Spirit, and Reftore

Fully that Joy I had in him before.

Of whom a Word I fain would ftammer forth;
Rather to ease my Heart, than fhew his Worth:

His Worth, my Grief, which words too shallow are
I n Demonftration fully to declare.
Sighs, Sobs, my best Interpreters now are.

1662.

Envy be gone. Black Momus quit the place.
N'er more, Zoilus, shew thy wrinkled Face.

Draw

1662. D raw near, ye bleeding Hearts, whofe Sorrows are
E qual with mine; in him ye had like Share.
A dd all your Loffes up, and ye shall fee
Remainder will be nought but woe is me.
E ndeared Lambs, ye that have the white Stone.
Do know full well his Name, It is your own.

Eternitiz'd be that right-worthy Name:
Death hath but kill'd his Body, not his Fame:
Which in its Brightness fhall for ever dwell;
A nd, like a Box of Ointment, Sweetly smell.
Righteousness was his Robe; bright Majefty
Decked his Brow: His Look was Heavenly.

Bold was he in his Master's Quarrel, and
U ndaunted; Faithful to his Lord's Command.
R equiting Good for Ill: Directing all
Right in the Way that leads out of the Fall.
Open and free to ev'ry thirsty Lamb :
Unported, pure, clean, holy; without Blame.
Glory, Light, Splendor, Luftre was his Crown.
his Change to him: The Lofs our own.

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Virtue alone (which Rev'rence ought to have)
Doth make Men happy, e'en beyond the Grave.

While I had thus been breathing forth my

Grief,

In hopes thereby to get me fome Relief;
I heard, methought, his Voice fay, Ceafe to
Mourn :

ILive. And though the Vail of Flesh once worn,
Be now ftript off, dissolv'd and laid afide,
My Spirit's with thee; and fhall fo abide.
This fatisfy'd me: Down I threw my Quill:
Willing to be refign'd to God's pure Will.

Having discharged this Duty to the Memory 1663.
of my deceased Friend, I went on in my new
Province, Inftructing my little Pupils in the
Rudiments of the Latin Tongue; to the mutual
Satisfaction of both their Parents and my felf. As
foon as I had gotten a little Money in my Poc-
ket (which, as a Premium without Compact I
received from them) I took the firft Opportu-
nity to return to my Friend William Penington
the Money which he had fo kindly furnished
me with in my need, at the time of my Im-

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