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A54886 A Pillar set upon the grave of the Reverend Dr. Robert Wilde 1679 (1679) Wing P2239; ESTC R7946 1,210 2

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A PILLAR Set upon the Grave of the Reverend Dr. Robert Wilde A Prophet and a Poet both In both Excelling and Renowned Oh how loth The Merry World 's to part with such a Wit Sober Professors lother are to quit Their Soul-concerns in such a sound Divine In whose Seraphick Lectures forth did shine The Lights and Warmth of the Eternal Spirit Who bound up in one Volumn did Inherit The Poets Lawrel and the Prophets Crown Yet rougher Hands did brush his Learned Gown So hard a Task it is to please a World That into various Shapes and Humour 's hurl'd Such a Grave Preacher cannot versifie Such a wild Phansie cannot Prophesie Too light and Aery's Poems did appear● Too home Phanatick-like his Sermons were And Law-Conformity he did express In Church-Liturgicks and the Levites dress A Scholar and a Droller a Divine And jerking Satyrist met in one Line But these Errata's in near Seventy Pages Will meet with Candid thoughts in milder Ages Many the Loss of such a Preacher weep Many Lament so great an Ovid's sleep But sure the Jolly part out-numbers those Whose Hearts were Ravish'd with his Heavenly Prose The World 's great Common's stock'd with Goats and Swine They 're few whose Souls those Sacred flames Refine But what if Pregnant Wits in silence lie Yet shall the Spirit be poured from on high Then from the Root of Jess green Plants shall spring And Young Neophytes Preach up Zion's King Though Doctor after Doctor Death degrade Yet our clear Sky Rome's Fogs shall never shade Nor shall Trent-Fathers our pure Cannon alter Though Monks escap'd the Canonizing-Halter But Oh how did his sad Disciples shriek When in his Chair and Parlour they did seek Doctor and Doctrine But Hee stifled by an Asthma was suspended And wanting Breath to Preach his Life surrendred Calling for Angels to hoyst up his Soul On swistest Wings unto his Glorious Goal Where thousand times ten thousands Christ surround Oh that Elijah's Mantle may be found Upon a Preaching Son who may his Name His Gifts and Graces and keep up his Fame That open House for them may still be kept Who oft have Heard and Pray'd Rejoyc'd and Wept Though Bishop Gout oft made him a poor Cripple Yet work'd he more for Christ than Rome's great Tripple His Chair less Fallible was than Porphiry Chair His Table 's end help'd on that great Affair Of Sainting Sinners more than Hallow'd Quires And Purg'd them more than Purgatory Fires But stay 't is not my Task to spread his Herse With Panegyrick but Elegiack Verse Nor drop my Tears upon the Poet's Urn But o're the Tomb of the Old Prophet Mourn And take my part amongst those mourning ones Who do bewail his Loss in shrillest Tones A Loss onely compatible by such Whose Hearts the Word Affectingly did touch Whose Drooping Spirits oft were listed high And on Faith's Feathers Heaven-ward did flye May they hold up their flight to those high Stories And He and They meet in th' Eternal Glories May we awak'ned by his sudden Change Watch and be found i th' Temple's inner Range May we awak'ned by these fresh Alarms Watch and be found in Blessed Jesus Arms And our Blest Souls not hurt by Second Death May to the Lamb for ever Anthems breath To these great Options let our Faith say I And let our Souls with Fervent Breathings cry Lord Jesus come come quickly Zion own Amongst thy Saints advance thy Glorious Throne FINIS