FROM GOD'S CONTROVERSY WITH NEW-ENGLAND (WRITTEN IN THE TIME OF THE GREAT DROUGHT, ANNO 1662) Are these the folk whom from the brittish Iles, Through the stern billows of the watry main, I safely led so many thousand miles, As if their journey had been through a plain? 5 And through so many deaths and dangers well directed, I brought and planted on the western shore, Where nought but bruits and salvage wights did swarm (Untaught, untrain'd, untam'd by vertue's lore), That sought their blood, yet could not do them harm? 10 My fury's flaile them thresht, my fatall broom Did sweep them hence to make my people elbow-room. Are these the men whose gates with peace I crown'd, And mortall frayes send thousands to the grave, Are these the folk to whom I milked out And sweetnes stream'd from consolations brest ? On whom I rained living bread from Heaven, 15 20 Withouten Errour's bane or Superstition's leaven? . . . . If these be they, how is it that I find In stead of holiness Carnality, In stead of heavenly frames an Earthly mind, For flaming love key-cold Dead-heartedness, 25 For temperance (in meat and drinke and cloaths) excess? 30 Ah dear New England! dearest land to me, Which unto God hast hitherto been dear, And mayst be still more dear than formerlie 1662. Consider wel & wisely what the rod Wherewith thou art from yeer to yeer chastized Who wil not have his nurture be despized. Thou still hast in thee many praying saints, Of great account and precious with the Lord, Cheer on, sweet souls; my heart is with you all, 35 40 45 1871 NEW ENGLAND ELEGIES FROM UPON THE TOMB OF THE MOST REVEREND MR. JOHN COTTON LATE TEACHER OF THE CHURCH OF BOSTON IN NEW-ENGLAND (BY B. W.) A living breathing Bible: Tables where Both Covenants at large engraven were; Gospel and Law in 's Heart had each its Colume, His Head an Index to the Sacred Volume; His very Name a Title Page; and next, His Life a Commentary on the Text. As if Apollos were reviv'd in him Or he had learned of a Seraphim. 5 ΙΟ 1652? Spake many Tongues in one: one Voice and Sense LINES WRITTEN AT THE APPROACH OF DEATH (BY THOMAS DUDLEY) Dim Eyes, deaf Ears, cold stomack shew My dissolution is in view. Eleven times seven near liv'd have I, Bear Poverty, live with good men; So shall we meet with joy agen. UPON OUR CHURCHES SECOND DARK ECLIPSE, HAPPENING JULY 20, 1663, BY DEATHS INTERPOSITION BETWEEN US AND THAT GREAT LIGHT AND DIVINE PLAN[E]T, MR. SAMUEL STONE, LATE OF HARTFORD IN NEWENGLAND (BY E. B.) A Stone more then the Eben-ezer fam'd; As would not fail Goliah's Front to hit; A Stone an Antidote, that brake the course Of Gangrene Errour by Convincing force; A Stone Acute, fit to divide and square; 5 ΙΟ |