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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=350822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Remarks On The Bright And Dark Side</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But may a Rural Pen try to set forth<br>Such a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worth<br>I undertake a no less Arduous Theme<br>Then the Old Sages found the Chaldae Dream<br>'Tis more then Tythes of a profound respect<br>That must be paid such a Melchizedeck<br>Oxford this light with tongues and Arts doth trim<br>And then his Northern Town doth Challeng him<br>His Time and Strength he Center'd there in this<br>To do good works, and be what now he is.<br>His fulgent Virtues there and learned Strains<br>Tall comely Presence, Life unsoil'd with Stains<br>Things most on WORTHIES in their Stories writ<br>Did him to move in Orbs of Service fitt<br>Things more peculiar yet, my muse intend<br>Say stranger things then these, so weep and End<br>When he forsook first his Oxonian Cell<br>Some Scores at once from Popish darkness fell<br>So this Reformer studied! rare first fruits!<br>Shakeing a Crab-tree thus by hot disputes<br>The acid juice by miracle turn'd wine<br>And rais'd the Spirits of our young Divine<br>Hearers like Doves flock'd with contentios wing<br>Who should be first, feed most: most homeward bring<br>Laden with honey like Hyblaean Bees<br>They knead it into combs upon their knees.<br>Why he from Europes pleasant Garden fled<br>In the Next Age will be with horrour said<br>Braintree was of this Jewel then possest<br>Untill himself he labour'd into Rest<br>His Inventory then with Johns was took<br>His rough Coat, Girdle with the Sacred Book<br>When Reverend Knowles and he sail'd hand in hand<br>To Christ, Espousing the Virginian Land<br>Upon a ledge of Craggy Rocks near stav'd<br>His Bible in his bosome thrusting sav'd<br>The Bible, the best cordial of his Heart<br>Come floods, come flames (cry'd he) we'l never part<br>A constellation of great converts there<br>Shone round him and his Heav'nly Glory where<br>With a Rare Skill in hearts, this Doctor cou'd<br>Steal into them words that should do them good<br>His Balsom's from the Tree of Life distill'd<br>Hearts cleans'd and heal'd, and with rich comforts fill'd<br>But here's the wo! Balsoms which others cur'd<br>Would in his Own Turn hardly be endur'd<br>Apollyon Owing him a cursed Spleen<br>Who an Apollos in the Church had been<br>Dreading his Traffick here would be undone<br>By Numerous proselites he daily won<br>Accus'd him of Imaginary faults<br>And push'd him down so into dismal Vaults<br>Vaults where he kept long Ember weeks of grief<br>'Till Heav'n alarm'd sent him in relief<br>Then was a Daniel in the lyons Den<br>A man, oh how belov'd of God and men<br>By his beds-side an Hebrew sword there lay<br>With which at last he drove the Devil away.<br>Quaker's too durst not bear his keen replies<br>But fearing it half drawn the trembler flyes<br>Like Lazarus new rais'd from Death appears<br>The Saint that had been dead for many years<br>Our Nehemiah said, shall such as I<br>Desert my flock, and like a Coward fly<br>Long had the Churches begg'd the Saints release<br>Releas'd at last, he dies in Glorious peace<br>The Night is not so long, but phosphors ray<br>Approaching Glories doth on high display<br>Faith's Eye in him discern'd the Morning Star<br>His heart leap'd; Sure the Sun cannot be far<br>In Extasies of Joy, he Ravish'd Cryes<br>Love, Love the Lamb, the Lamb, in whome he dies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Benjamin+Tompson">Benjamin Tompson</a><div class=q>
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Such a Great Fathers Ancient Grace and worth
I undertake a no less Arduous Theme
Then the Old Sages found the Chaldae Dream
'Tis more then Tythes of a profound respect
That must be paid such a Melchizedeck
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