O'er all the names of Christ our King
Shall our harmonious voices rove,
Our harps fhall found from every ftring
The wonders of his bleeding Love.

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

Send thy bright wheels to fetch us home;
That golden hour, how long it stays!
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 fubtus depofitum eft, Si quæris, hofpes, quantus et qualis fuit, Fidas enarrabit lapis.

Nomen à familiâ duxit

San&tioribus 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, & (fi fas dicere)
Supra pietatem modeftia,

Cæteras enim dotes obumbravit.
Quoties in rebus divinis peragendis
Divinitas afatæ mentis fpecimina
Præftantiora edidit,

Toties hominem fedulus occuluit
Ut folus confpiceretur Deus :

Voluit

Voluit totus latere, nec potuit ;

Heu quantum tamen fui 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 afpectu, 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 fcatebant labia,
Etiam in familiari contubernio:

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

Gratumque dilectiffimi fui Jefu odorem

Quaquaversùs & latè diffudit.

Dolores

Dolores tolerans fupra fidem,
Erumnæque 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 Lancaftrienfi 20° Martii, 1630.
Inter Nov-Anglos theologiæ tyrocinia fecit.

Paftorali munere diu Dublinji in Hibernia functus,
Tandem (ut femper) providentiam fecutus ducem,
Cotui fidelium apud Londinenfes præpofitus eft,
Quos doctrinâ precibus, & vita beavit :
Ah brevi !

Corpore folutus 26° Julii, 1697. Ætat. 67.
Ecclefiis mærorem, 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,

H

your

lofs, yet I

OW great foever was my fenfe of
did not think myfelf fit to offer any lines of com-

fort: your own meditations can furnish you with many

a de

a delightful truth in the midft of fo heavy a forrow; for the covenant of grace has brightness enough in it to gild the most gloomy providence; and to that fweet covenant your foul is no ftranger. My own thoughts were much impreft with the tidings of your daughter's death; and though I made many a reflection on the vanity of mankind in its best eftate, yet I must acknowledge that my temper leads me moft to the pleasant fcenes of heaven, and that future world of bleffedness. When I recollect the memory of my friends that are dead, I frequently rove into the world of spirits, and

fearch them out there: Thus I endeavoured to trace Mrs. Warner; and these thoughts crouding faft upon me, I fet them down for my own entertainment. The verfe breaks off abruptly, because I had no defign to write a finished elegy; and befides, when I was fallen upon the dark fide of death, I had no mind to tarry there. If the lines I have written be fo happy as to entertain you a little, and divert your grief, the time spent in compofing them shall not be reckoned among my loft hours, and the review will be more pleafing to,

SIR,

Your affectionate humble fervant,

December 22, 1707.

I. W.

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