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The divine dirge of a dying swan, or a priestly poem entitled by the author, De anima immortali carmen. / Written by Fr. Tucker, M.A. of St. Johns Colledge in Oxon.
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Tucker, Francis.
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Wing T3209; Thomason E1086_12; ESTC R208146
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THE DIVINE DIRGE Of a dying SWAN Or a Priestly POEM Entitled by the Author De anima immortali carmen Written by Fr. Tucker M. A. of St. Johns Colledge in Oxon. Aprill 4 London Printed by Peter Lillicrap 1661. To the Right Honourable and most Reverend Fathers in God William by Divine Providence Lord Arch-Bishop of Canterbury His Grace Accepted Lord Arch-Bishop of York His Grace Primates and Metropolitans of England with all the rest of the Reverend Bishops dignified Persons and Priests in the Church of England Most Reverend Father and mâ—st Honoured Lord I Am emboldned to address this Divine Dirge of a dying Swan as his last breath into your Graces hands Nor indeed could I as I humbly conceive more properly recommend it to any person living not onely because your grace is Primate of the Church and so cheif of his Coat but also because under your graces most happy government he drew his first University breath and breding being some time aservant of that Colledge in Oxon where your Grace was the Honoured head and so truly might be called a St. Iohns-man born So I shall not need to insist any further in any Character of his Piety and parts having had so long a relation to your Grace and Government In the next place I must be bold to present this small peice to all you my Lords the Bishops and others his Fathers and Bretheren in the Church of England Nor need I otherwise recommend his memmory to your Lord-ships than that he was one that had the honour to were your girdle and was not onely a beater down of Treason and Rebellion in his Pulpit but in the field where he durst do and did as much as any man of his coat Nay he did not onely Preach but proclaim against the horid murther of his late Sacred Majesty before the very face of the Actors of the most bloody Tragedy and he forbore not to tell them of it when it was done in open congregations for which he together with his whole family were no little sufferers but now O how he would have rejoyced to see this day In fine my most Honoured Lords I humbly beseech you through the bowels of Jesus Christ that you will not onely meditate on the souls immortallity which I doubt not but my Husband does happyly enjoye and so will your Lord-ships after him but also an Immortality of our bodies the poor widdowes and poor fatherless Children now all ready to perish if not releived by your Lord-ships most charitable goodness and so as these shall be oblig'd to your Lord-ships for theâ—r temporall life they shall pray for all Temporall and eâ—ernall good things to be bestowed upon your Lord-ships So your Lord-ships may be pleased to accept this as the widdows mite from My Lords Your Lordships most devoted Beadswoman and humble servant Martha Tucker De Anima immortali Carmen BEfore the Birth of time or ere the Sun In motion circular his course had run Befoâ—e the Stars were taken from the wombe Of night confin'd to endless orbs and bound To natural influence all was a Rude And indigested Mass nothing indude With form or Soul no organs then were tun'd Unto the Spheres for then no Spheres were found Nor this dull earth nor lighter heaven nor Sea Had place conservative nought did obay Or Art 's or natur's Law no Element Had it's essentiall form or Complement Untill the first and mighty movers Hand Parted the jarring seedes the Sea from Land The purer fire from air and in a Robe Of quantity and figure dress'd the Globe On which he plac't his vegetable Guests And Sensitives had here asign'd their feasts To live and grow for him who last of all Enters the Scene at his Creators calâ— The mighty Elohim Consulted than To build a stately frame and call'd that Man For which endear'd Creation and Respect This Lovely Micro-cosme was made erect With upright Speculation and a Soul Was given him past Mortallities Controle Whose holy flames and sweet integrity Did counterfit th' Allmighties Deity Till his too forward will too free to evil Transform'd this Heaven born Child to th' Shape of Devill Whose easie prompt posteritie did track His steps so fast that to eternall wrack Whole generall man had run but that his Maker Snatch't him from losse and was himself pertaker Of what himself had made God assum'd man And from th' imperiall Throne descending came Disrob'd of Glory and his tire of Light To save his new lost boy from the sad night But by the shine he could discern and tell There was an immortalitie in Hell Waiting the soul whom now privation Of good had plung'd into dimnation Then 't was from Salem the the Land of Peace Came bound for Jerico and Rob'd of Grace Was struck to th' heart past reverend Aarons cure The Sacrifice or the Levites power For the first covenant broak dread Sina's Law bound her in thrall and barr'd up Sions way Till heaven to earth came down till pitty gave That Soveraign wine and Sacred Oyle to save The wounded wreteh who then again his head Lifts up and breathes to him from whom he fled Son of the morning Glorious Lucifer When sinn'd had fallen the potent Thunderer Hurl'd him from beauties Pallace to thâ— Abysse Of darkness never to regain that blisse He lost the Angels mis't that priviledge Allow'd this mortall whose high Sacriledge So boldly acted against Infinitie To heav'n on earth's paid by th' Deitie That God and man in one hypostasie Infinite finite that the etternall might His at tributes of love and Iustice write Cleer to the now redeemed sin I eye Turning him to his best eternitie Stupendious Mistery I what cause could move So great a Change ah 't was the God of love Pause here Oraculous Schole-man tell and write What kinde of love is this great Stageritie Go burn thy books dam thy fond Herisies And learn the God of natures Deity This ponderous pile and all those Clements turn Man to a better Paradise than before His sin and folly lost whose soul shall soar Above the Spangled Orbe embos'd with Store Of curling stars and cut yon Chyristalin Transparant heaven Through which with wings divine Bove Primum mobile it shall aspire Till it ascend and reach that Sacred Quir VVhere martyrs Crowned stand and Angels Sing Anthems and Halelujahs to their King This though the Sager Orpheus did not know Nor Proclus nor the sharp Averross shew Shall rise a truth when Heav'n and earth shall fall To dissolution th' grand Funerall This busy soul by some was thought to pass By Metempsachosis into some Asse Or other body as if beasts with men Had equall share in death and life agen Obsteperous Atheists so may write and teach Phanatique toyes to their desciples preach The worlds Eternitie mans nobler Spirit A breath let forth and lost not to inherit Or future good or bade once past and gone No more to finde a second Station Prodigeous Blasphemy had they but known From whence the Soul descended they had shown Whether it moves and windes and fain would rise To whence it came above the Arched Skies Least violently it should be hurled byneath By th' weight of sin etternall though in death Mark how the flame of day doth trot the Ring Of aged time and in his progress bring His Chariot nearer Earth as near his end Declining stars do nod planets descend To chere the Crazie fainting centers heart That Shook with Earth-quake agues in each part And droping into Chaos once again Groans for a disolution from its pain Yet when mans tottring body full of dayes Reclines his Snow-white head and in a maze Pants with his strugling throwes and groaning dies The same again Numericall shall rise To Claspe the eternall Soul a Misterie Made only cleer unto Theologie Then fond Astronomer go bore the Stars Ransack the Zones and tell to fools the jarrs Betwixt the Planets Search the brightest flames Of all the constellations and their names Set down from fair Orion to the Bear From Cassiopeia to Jov's Eagles so hear Erect a subtile figure then prophesie What fate attends thy self what â—iserie Thy Countrey tell what famin Rapes what wars Are hovering there the wise man Rules the stars And thou maiest break thy Epicyles for he Laughes at thy Jacobs staffe thy Schemes and thee His heaven in spired soul to heaven can go Without thy Astrolobe his faith can show The way and reach the end heaven is his home Earth but his Inne discharging that hee 's gone FINIS