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An Elegy on the much lamented death of the Reverend Mr. Joseph Caryl ... late minister of the Gospel, who slept in the Lord the threescore and twelfth year of his age, and was interred the 25th of February, 1672 [i.e. 1673]
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AN ELEGY On the much lamented Death OF The Reverend Mr JOSEPH CARYL 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Late Minister of the GOSPEL Who slept in the Lord the threescore and twelfth year of his age and was interred the 25th of February 1672. WHat unexpected damp is this we feel A suddain stroak that makes our Sion Reel Griefs Sable Livery the Godly wear Each Cheek looks pale each eye big with a Tear The City eccho's with a dismal moan That speaks our Chariot and our Horsmen gone Caryl that powerful Soul-searching Divine In whom Learning and Grace did jointly shine Whose grave discourse could make an Atheist quake And trembling sinners Hells broad Road forsake The Tempest of a troubled spirit calm And heal a broken heart wiâ—â— sacred Balm He is snatcht from hence beyond the Sphears And left us grov'ling in a vale of tears At such a loss that unrelenting Eye Is seven times worse than blind that can be dry No more shall we his melting Sermons hear That peirc'd at once the Heart and charm'd the Ear His Pray'rs which did so warm and holy come The Angels strove which first would bear them home Nor shall we more behold his pious Life Free from Excess Sloth Avarice and Strife That sweet Carriage which did by practice teach And made him ev'ry day aloud to Preach Now taken from his needful Office here When Harvest doth so great and free appear Souls have a care Husband your Mercies well Let not Indulgence vainly make you swell God shews if you grow wanton proud and Kick H' has other ways to move your Candlestick But though blest Soul we may his Loss deplore For our own sakes for his we Tryumph more After a tedious Pilgrimage was past Spent in his Masters service till the last Release'd from all Toils with joy he 's gone Up to receive a never fading Crown Up to those Patriarchs that did longer sit Expecting Christ than th' have enjoy'd him yet Up to those Prophets which now gladly see Their Prophecies grown to be History Up to th' Apostles who did bravely Run All the Suns Course with more light than the Sun Up to those Martyrs who did calmly bleed Oyl to th' Apostles Lamps Dew to their seed Up to that Throng of Saints to add one more Whom by his Ministry he sent before There now he glitters in that White Robe Drest By 's Farewell-Sermon so lively exprest Nor need we say hee 's dead for do but look Just as an Ancient Clock is piecemeal took Not to be lost but by the makers skill Repolish't without Error to go still So must this trusty Grave again restore Him far more pure and glorious than before As China men after some Ages stay Do take up Porc'lane where they buried Clay Death gets twixt Souls and Bodies such a place As Sin insinuates twixt Just men and Grace Both work a Separation no Divorce His Soul is gone to Usher up his Coarse That refin'd Clay which more Celestial Shall be than Angels were for they could fall Nor is he dead to us his works survive Those Monuments shall keep him still alive Till tyme it self shall vanish out of date And the world sink by its last Feav'rish Fate His EPITAPH Judicious Caryl here at rest does lye A fathful Labourer in Gods Husbandry A constant powerful Preacher many years Whose most Industrious Penn so fully Clears Jobs lofty Mysteries to our weaker sight Purging our darkned minds with Beams of Light Now th' Holy Author and 's Expounder meet And each other with Hallelujahs greet Aliud Committed to his Tombstones Trust Lies pious Caryls sleeping Dust Till the last Trumpets blast unite Body and Soul in full delight May his Example and 's Works be A Lesson Reader unto thee That so thy Soul when stript of Clay May soar up the same blessed way