Flattery shall faint beneath the found,
While hoary Truth infpires the song;
Envy grow pale and bite the ground,
And Slander gnaw her forky tongue.

Night and the grave remove your gloom;
Darkness becomes the vulgar dead;
But glory bids the royal tomb
Difdain the horrors of a fhade.

Glory with all her lamps shall burn,
And watch the warrior's fleeping clay,
Till the last trumpet rouze his urn
To aid the triumphs of the day.

On the fudden Death of Mrs. MARY PEACOCK.

An Elegiac Song fent in a Letter of Condolance to Mr. N. P. Merchant, at Amfterdam.

HARK! She bids all her friends adieu;

Some angel calls her to the fpheres ;

Our eyes the radiant faint pursue

Through liquid telescopes of tears.

Farewell, bright foul, a short farewell,
Till we shall meet again above

In the fweet groves where pleasures dwell,
And trees of life bear fruits of love :

There

There glory fits on every face,

There friendship smiles in every eye,
There shall our tongues relate the grace
That led us homeward to the sky.

O'er all the names of Christ our King
Shall our harmonious voices rove,

Our harps fhall found from every string
The wonders of his bleeding Love.

Come, fovereign Lord, dear Saviour, come,
Remove these feparating days,

Send thy bright wheels to fetch us home;
That golden hour, how long it ftays!

How long must we lie lingering here,
While faints around us take their flight?
Smiling, they quit this dufky fphere,
And mount the hills of heavenly light.

Sweet foul, we leave thee to thy reft,
Enjoy thy Jefus and thy God,
Till we, from bands of clay releas'd,
Spring out, and climb the fhining road.
While the dear duft fhe leaves behind
Sleeps in thy bofom, facred tomb!
Soft be her bed, her flumbers kind,
And all her dreams of joy to come.

EPITAPHIUM Viri Venerabilis
Dom. N. MATHER,

Carmine Lapidario confcriptum.
M. S.

Reverendi admodum Viri

NATHANAELIS

MATHERI

QUOD mori potuit hic fuptus depositum est,
Si quæris, hofpes, quantus et qualis fuit,
Fidas enarrabit lapis.

Nomen à familiâ duxit

Sanctioribus ftudiis & evangelio devotâ,

Et per utramque Angliam celebri,
Americanum fc. atque Europæam.

Et hinc quoque in fancti minifterii fpem eductus
Non fallacem :

Et hunc utraque novit Anglia

Doctum & docentem.

Corpore fuit procero, formâ placidè verendâ ;
At fupra corpus & formam fublimè eminuerunt

Indoles, ingenium, atque eruditio :
Supra hæc pietas, & (i fas dicere)
Supra pietatem modeftia,
Cæteras enim dotes obumbravit.
Quoties in rebus divinis peragendis
Divinitas afflatæ mentis fpecimina

Præftantiora edidit,

Toties hominem fedulus occuluit
Ut folus confpiceretur Deus :

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Voluit totus latere, nec potuit;

Heu quantum tamen ui nos latet!
Et majorem laudis partem fepulchrale marmor
Invita obruit filentio.

Gratiam Jefu Chrifti falutiferam
Quam abundè haufit ipfe, aliis propinavit,
Puram ab humanâ fæce.

Veritatis evangelicæ decus ingens,
Et ingens propugnaculum.

Concionatur gravis aspectu, geftu, voce;
Cui nec aderat pompa oratoria,
Nec deerat ;

Flofculos rhetorices fupervacaneos fecit
Rerum dicendarum Majeftas, & Deus præfens.
Hinc arma militiæ fuæ non infelicia,
Hinc toties fugatus Satanas.

Et hinc victoriæ

Ab inferorum portis toties reportatæ.
Solers ille ferreis impiorum animis infigere
Altum & falutare vulnus:
Vulneratas idem tractare leniter folers,

Et medelam adhibere magis falutarem.
Ex defæcato cordis fonte

Divinis eloquiis affatim scatebant labia,
Etiam in familiari contubernio:

Spirabat ipfe undique coeleftes fuavitates,
Quafi oleo lætitiæ femper recèns delibutus,
Et femper fupra focios;

Gratumque dile&tiffimi fui Jesu odorem
Quaquaversùs & latè diffudit.

Dolores

Dolores tolerans fupra fidem,
Ærumnæque heu quam affiduæ!

Invicto animo, victrice patientiâ
Varias curarum moles pertulit
Et in ftadio & in metâ vitæ :
Quam ubi propinquam vidit

Plerophoriâ fidei quafi curru alato vectus
Properè & exultìm attigit.

Natus eft in agro Lancastrienfi 20° Martii, 1630.
Inter Nov-Anglos theologiæ tyrocinia fecit.
Paftorali munere diu Dublinii in Hibernia functus,
Tandem (ut femper) providentiam fecutus ducem,
Cœtui fidelium apud Londinenfes præpofitus eft,
Quos doctrinâ precibus, & vita beavit :

Ah brevi !

Corpore folutus 26o Julii, 1697. Ætat. 67.
Ecclefiis mœrorem, theologis exemplar reliquit.
Probis piifque omnibus

Infandum fui defiderium :

Dum pulvis Chrifto charus hic dulcè dormit
Expectans ftellam matutinam.

To the Reverend Mr. JOHN SHOWER, on the Death of his Daughter Mrs. ANNE WARNER.

Reverend and dear Sir,

How great foever was my fenfe of your lofs, yet I

did not think myself fit to offer any lines of comfort: your own meditations can furnish you with many

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