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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B10078	A monumental memorial of marine mercy being an acknowledgement of an high hand of Divine deliverance on the deep in the time of distress, in a late voyage from Boston in New-England to London, anno 1683. : In a poem. / By Richard Steere. ; To which is added another occasioned by several remarkable passages happening at the birth of a male child on board the same ship in her voyage returning 1684. By the same author then a passenger.	Steere, Richard, 1643-1721.	1684 (1684)	Wing S5398; ESTC W5449	5,311	18

and Aft were streched to secure The Mariners who scarcely could endure Those Big-swel'd Billows what are feeble men So oft wash'd in and out and in agen Sometimes upon sometimes within the Ocean The Pumps nev'r sucking tho in Constant motion Whilst all the men and women then onboard With earnest Cryes did call upon the LORD The Seas did frequently o'erflow the ship And we were often buri'd in the Deep The Chests between Decks swim as in a flood Where men up to their knees in water stood Expelling ev'ry Moment grim look'd Death With that cold Element would stop their breath When suddenly a voice salutes our ears With Joy unspeakable amidst our Fears One of the PUMPS does SUCK who can believe What unexpected Comfort a Repreive Brings a Condemned Convict So that Voice Caused each Cast down spirit to Rejoyce But on the Fifth of February we Ship'd a prodigious Mountain of a sea Which with a pondrous and resistless Stroke The Fixed Table and the Benches broke And with its Force Op'ned the Cabbin Door A weighty Chest of Tooles away it bore Then with loud Ecchos ev'ry Tongue declares Our Period come our Elopes were now Despaires For we lay buri'd in the Oceans Womb And might conclude it was our wat'ry Tomb But an Almighty power became our Freind Causing our buri'd Vessel to Ascend And by degrees climb up the Mountain waves From whence our eyes might view our fluid Graves Thus the Great God did Snatch us from below Unto whose pow'r we all our safeties owe. Some few dayes after we a Ship might see Which Coming up with understood to be For England bound and from Virginia came Gregory Sugar was her Captains Name So Leaky that tho they did what they could Sh' had six or sev'n foot water in the Hould The Safety of their Lives they only sought For to preserve their Vessel they could not And Hoysting out their Boat to come a'board Which could not Safety to them all afford Yet Thirteen of them soon into it prest And putting off promis'd to fetch the Rest When they came nigh our Side such fear was shown None sought the good of others but his own Each striving to preserve himself with hast without regard to make the Painter fast Had they Endeavour'd it had bin in vain The Boat such wrong and dammage did sustain In Laying us aboard her Bows were Stav'd That t' was meer Mercy any man was sav'd Soon the Disabled Boat was gon a drift And now no hope of preservat'on left For those behind who were in number five For 't was not possible the Ship should Live Nor with our Vessel did we dare come nigh For still the troubled Sea ran mountains high Tho their Intreaties Peircing Cries and Grones Might even draw Remorsness out of Stones And now because of the approaching night We did advise them to hang out a Light Which but till eight a Clock appear'd in Sight After which time it did no more appear And we concluded as we well might fear They then went down Tho we could not relieve Their wants their loss we could not choose but grieve And now some Comfort we begin to find The winds are Calmer and the Seas more kind Now Heav'ns alscourging hand its strokes withdrew And former Consolations did Renew By giving us at length the Sight of Land By an Or'e ruling providential hand Our Cloudy cares appear to fly apace And Comforts seemingly supply their place The fourteenth day at Plymouth we Arrive With those thirteen we had preserv'd alive The nineteenth day for London we set sayle With not too much wind but a mod'rate Gale But as if Heav'n with anger should reprove That we those mercies did not well Improve Its Breath comes forth with Fury as before And we tho in the Downes and nigh the Shore Must feel more strokes of the chastising Rod Of our offended of our angry GOD. The Two and twentieth day much wind did blow When in the Downs we let our Anchor goe But it came home we our Shift Anchor Cast Which insignificant came home as fast And we were driven up alongst the Side Of a Ship there which did at Anchor ride Our Anchor took her Cable and did pass Up with a speedy motion to her Hass Which at their Bows they Cutting from the Cable And t'other Anchor being too unable To bring us up broke in the shank and we Again by Violence Drove out to Sea We thought to Anchor then in I'oulstone Bay And let our small Bower go without delay Which like a rotten stick was quickly broke When once it came to strain both flewks stock Neither Shift-Anchor Best nor yet Small Bower To Bring us up had strength enough or power And in the Afternoon the winds Restrain Their furious Blasts now only did remain Our small Cedge Anchor unto which we must Our Lives our Ship and all her Cargo trust Which Letting go Heav'ns care did so provide That we that Ebb secure in safety Ride From which our apprehensions may Inspect How the Great God by Small meanes doth protect Whose strength can make our strongest cables weak Our Cobwebs strong no earthly strein can break That we might put no Trust in Earthen Powers For weak is all the Fortitude of Our's An Anchor we that night from Shore obtain And so Return into the Downs again And weighing thence favour'd with winds floods Our selves in Safety with our ship and goods The Twenty fifth assisted by the Lord Arriv'd at London and at Ratcliff Moor'd Thou God of this great Vast that dost Command With thy Almighty Hand Water Earth Air and Fire The Elements the Sun the Moon and Stars Act not their own affaires But what thou dost require O who can view thy pow'r not thy pow'r admire T is thou Alone art our alone support Thy Mercy 's our strong fort Thou giv'st us length of dayes To thee th' Almighty and Tri-une JEHOVE Dwelling in Heav'en above Be Everlasting Praise O who can tast thy Good not Thanksgiving Raise A POEM OCCASIONALLY WRITTEN ON Some Remarkables hap'ning at the Birth of the Son of Thomas and Sarah Wallis upon the Atlantick or Western Ocean July the 26 1684. VVAllis for yet thou hast no other Name This Poem if thou live to read the same In thy maturer years thou mayst from thence Ground Contemplations on God's Providence At thy Nativity the Southern Gales With Gentler Breezes faintly fill'd our Sailed The Curled Ocean's wrinkled Brows were down Whose Surface Smil'd that seem'd before to frown Neptunes Attendants from the Deeps resort And dance Levalto●s in his wat'ry Court When thou wert Born July the Twenty sixt Grampas and Sholes of Porpoise Intermixt Attend the Ship and Pitterels take Wing Both Fish and Fowl Advene the Gossipping And when the Evening of the day drew nigh The big swell'd Clouds darkned the Azure Sky Shaking their dropping Fleeces on the Maine And to their Element return again Lightnings bright Flashes issu'd from the Skye And Peals of Thunder Eccho'd from on high These things attended thy Nativity The Climate where thou thy first breath didst draw Was between Europe and America About the Latitude of Forty four And New-found-Land was judg'd the nighest shore The Pinck Adventure serv'd at once instead Of thy Birth-chamber Cradle and thy Bed Hold not the meaness of the place in Scorn For Christ himself was in a Stable born When thy reflecting thoughts shall call to mind The Hardships incident to Humane kind Then let the Eye of Faith thy mind Convey To view the Manger where thy Saviour lay Whom God hath sent to bear thy sinfull load Thou hast no more to doe but serve thy GOD. Now may the Parents of the Child enjoy Succeeding Comforts in their Sea-born Boy May his maturer years cause Joy and mirth Sweetning the Troubles that attend his Birth May they those Consolating Mercies prize As from the God of Mercies they Arise And from his never-failing Fountains flow To make their minds up to Thanksgiving grow If the Boy lives and Capable to Read Tho the mean Author of these Lines be Dead Yet 't is his will the Youth should have the same And therefore thereunto Subscribes his name RICHARD STEERE FINIS