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A39149 An Elegy on the much-bewailed death of that most painful and pious minister of the Gospel Mr. Alexander Carmichel who departed this life July 27, 1676. 1676 (1676) Wing E426A; ESTC R36140 1,552 1

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AN ELEGY On the Much Bewailed DEATH of that Most Painful and Pious Minister of the Gospel Mr. ALEXANDER CARMICHEL Who Departed this Life July 27. 1676. OH that Affection could but make a Poet. If Greif could Rhyme with Art sure I should do it The tender Son that never Spake before To save his Father's Life turn'd Orator And can I then forbear No write I must When such a Beam of Glory 's wrapt in dust Oh! Let me weep and like a constant Spring Unto the Sea of Grief some Tribute bring Until my Cheeks with Tears bedew'd do swell For this Seraphique Saint that lately fell Fell did I say Thy pardon I require Blest Soul thou Fall'st but 't is to mount much Higher Couldst thou from Death at All Released be Thy Vertues surely might have set thee free But 't was a Debt and with Enflam'd desire Thou soughtst to leave thy Mantle and fly higher How shall I Praise thy Worth and not dispraise Say More and not say Less darkning thy Rays Who ' ere was so far blest to hear thy Teaching Was prone to think a Seraphim was Preaching 'T was Austins Wish 'i th Pulpit Paul to hear He had been Satisfi'd hadst Thou been there Methoughts when thy sweet soul was Poured out In Fervent Prayer I began to doubt Whether Elias was come down again And mounting Heaven with his Fiery Train In This thou didst Excel He Scal'd the Fort Alone But Thou thy Hearers didst Transport Thy very Looks held forth an Air of Grace Divinity was read even in thy Face A sweet Humility about thee Shin'd Wherein th' whole Chain of Graces seems Combin'd And as a Ring these Diamonds to Enclose His Faith did solely on the Rock Repose A painful Pastor whose Prophetique Name Did his unwearied Care for Christ proclaim How was he fir'd with zeal even from his Youth And though he lost all would hold fast the Truth A downright upright M●n A glittering Star Whose s●c●ed Influence diffused far From the Cold North with Heavenly heat he came Our souls with Gospel Ardours to Enflame Scotland first gave him Birth But oh too soon Ingrateful England is become his Tomb. Then Stay and mourn with me you that go by T is Sin to p●ss and not to cast an Eye Upon this Teaching Spectacle The Herse Of one whose Name can dignify a Verse The Earthly Reliques of a Heavenly soul who living did by 's Words and Works Controul The Power of Sin Whose Ministerial Breath Guided poor souls from Darkness and from Death He whose whole life was a Continued Tract Of Practical Divinity Each Act A Sermon and each word an Explination So that his people might by Imitation of him and of his life to Heaven c●me Although they had been Deaf or he been dumb But that Almighty Power who from above Does all things order and in whom we move Wrap't all these treasures up in brittle Clay Death gav 't a Crack and straight snatch't all away And now our sorrows swel to such a summe That to express them best is to be dumb They that can count their Wealth are counted poor And who can speak his Griefs can suffer more 'T is Diminution to his Worth to keep With single tears Let all his Orphan sheep Joyn in one Lamentation and let fall Their General Tears at this sad Funeral Of their Deer Shepherd in whose Fatal Grave Both He and They one Joynt Interment have From thence ther 's no Return for him to us But we must by Degrees all follow thus He 's gone before to Vsher us now dead What all his life he Wrought is Perfected Living he Taught the way to Heaven whither Now dead He 's gone to Clea●'s the Passage thither EPITAPH CARMICHEL Sleeps Spices you need not bring For 's Body Death it self 's Embalm'd to him Ah! Blesled soul his Sermons were not Done When Preach'd He Liv'd the Application When Sick his Pangs were Mercy for when ere A sigh was Breath'd out God Breath'd in a Prayer Lye Gently on him Dust this Seed is ●own To Spring again at th Resu●rection Oh! for a verse in Black Reader prepare For every drop of Ink to melt a Tear Yet stay with Grief there 's cause of Joy ●oy shall slea Tears for 〈…〉 sor 〈…〉 FINIS LONDON Printed for B. H. 1676. 90.