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The pilgrim's viaticum, or, The destitute but not forlorn being a divine poem / digested from meditations upon the Holy Scripture by Eliz. Tipper.
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Tipper, Elizabeth.
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1698
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Wing T1305_VARIANT; ESTC R33834
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digress to sing the Fame Of his bright spotless Virgin-Daughter's Name Whom Grace like the Sun-shines did adorn When beauteous Rays guild first the bashful Morn In whose lovely Youth was the same Sweetness shewn As Flowers in Spring or Roses newly blown ALICIA bright that cast her pleasing Eye To my indifferent State of Poverty The charming dear One yet could love so true Scarce for a Minute I her Absence knew Each place abroad at home where e're I be She Angel-like goes meets or follows me Perpetual Kindness LOVE immensly breeds LOVE that all slight in Poetry exceeds Where flowing Kindness tided to excess And mine proportion'd more than hers not less Had Fate propos'd a Choice one I must have This fair one 's Death or my own sudden Grave The last I should have thought the mildest Doom To Engrave her Friendship on my finite Tomb. But cease my Muse cease lest I now despair To think how I lost her that was so dear Marriage which fixes Lovers in one State Divides us two to Places separate The Daughter's loss the Father would repair By a High Friendship and Paternal Care Whose worthy Soul with Vertue quite is fled And in his Sex for ought I know true Kindness wholly dead Sighs may condole But hold some Cherub sure Allays my Grief with this blest balmy Cure Think and consider well observe the End Who was it gave and took away your Friend He that gives all things good and can restore What-e're you want cease Mortal to deplore Use pious Job's Expression and no more An EPITAPH on the Pious Madam Mary Carter BRight Soul whose Sacred Relicks I must mourn Till from my Toils I sleep in peaceful Urn Then follow thee to make one Witness more Of all thy righteous Deeds heap'd up in store Thy Pious Days Heaven does already know By Prayers that minutely did from thee flow Such was thy Converse so Divine below Thine Alms Christ's needy Members every-where Refresh'd with Love and Bounty will declare O! with what dazling Glories art thou crown'd What Songs in Heaven did at thy Entrance sound A SATYR AS Dungeons are for Criminals prepar'd Tyburn and Gyves too is their just Reward So Satyr's Lash dipt poison'd in Disgrace Is fit to Scourge the Vice of Human Race Did not the Lamb of God with Sacred Terror Reprove all Pharisaic Sins and Error Where 's then my Muse Does my Poetick Vein Want Skill or Courage for this useful Strain Baptismal Vows engage Heroick Minds Women are valiant tho' of different Kinds And tho' my Sex is weak my Heart 's not so Lead on my Chief I fear not where I go Instruct me LORD I wait for thy Command Without it I dare stir not Foot or Hand I begg'd again and then my LORD reply'd My Precepts and Example be your Guide Go follow them Strait then I call'd to mind His Golden Rule propitious left behind First cast away the Beam that hides the Light Of thine own Eye deluded Hypocrite Which once remov'd thou better may'st discern The little Mote thy Brother does concern And with more reason ask to pull it out When thy clear Light dispels his darker Doubt But if black Vice thy Life it self betray And thou pretend'st to Guide the perfect Way 'T is like a blind Man raving in a Heat Inspir'd by some ridiculous Conceit He 's able to lead all that go astray His Tongue crys out his Feet quite miss the way Sometimes his Steps are right but rarely so Still with invective Bawls You falsly go Should this his Conduct be by Prudence try'd Would he be thought a Madman or a Guide Our Saviour e're such Work he did begin Ask'd Which of you convinces me of Sin And must his spotless Life a Pattern be Imitable for such a Worm as me The great Example I can never reach Alas I want time more to Watch than Preach My Self is Task sufficient to look o're I find no Moment where I need explore The Faults of others but my own deplore And now I beg since my Design has mist Make me true Christian tho' no Satyrist Of the HEART WHat tho' the Soul mysterious is to Art And all in all and all in every part Yet we conceive the Heart by Nerves and Veins Does vivifie the Body and the Brains For as the Senses from the Spirits move Inspiring Rays with Simpathetick Love So GOD's Essential Goodness most requires By Consecrating Gifts to Mens Desires Say but from thee the smallest Present came It kindles all Acceptance in a Flame Hence hence the Pulse that gives Life's Lamp its ease Hence all the endearing Ties that Lovers please So rare a Jewel sure has no deceit Nothing that 's vain but Vertue all compleat My Thoughts sincerely blest in my esteem All pure divine immaculate did seem Whilst my consenting Heart in rapture vow'd Henceforth no Sin shall be by me allow'd But that my Conscience should in Empire reign Never to be oppos'd by Vice again And as my weary Knees the Centre press'd It seem'd convulsive in my trembling Breast Darting full Torrents through mine Eyes in Tears And shivering gasp'd almost expir'd in fears Implor'd the LORD in this distress of need T' assist a Heart that for Offence does bleed Kind Heaven assents and with propitious Grant Assur'd the Comfort that my Heart did want And from the depth of Sin drew it as high As the bless'd Region of Immortal Joy From this Divine Ascent transported cry'd Vain is that Fool that does in Sin abide My Lips o'rejoy'd at the Conversion sung As David when his tuneful Harp he strung And to my pleasing Thoughts these Words I mix'd My Heart to Sacred Joys is ever fix'd Thus liv'd I in Serenity and Mirth An Angel's Life almost upon the Earth But O! the Blast this pious Life destroys Hypocrisie the blissful Stream annoys My Conscience to whose Empire my Heart swore Strives to depose the Conduct of its Power Till with a hideous Guilt by horrid Sin Agast I durst not cast a Look within And tho' my conscious Heart stood knowing by That Acts nor Thoughts from the Omniscient Eye Was hid in vain Delusion seem'd to think That the All-just should at our Frailties wink And when my Private Prayers I do direct With Holy Praise and most Divine Respect Yet when GOD's Sacred Court I come within I contemplate and gaze all dark with Sin And while the Pteacher tells what I should learn My Thoughts rove busie in some strange Concern Confus'd with odious Things I cannot speak And which to shun Mortality's too weak My Mind grows wild my Soul in terror rav'd By what I trusted thus to be deoeiv'd Then to my GOD with weeping Eyes I turn In deep distress I supplicate and mourn All-powerful GOD this Heart from me receive Since by Despair I must for ever grieve Or if this longer must with me remain Vouchsafe great GOD once more to make it clean I know thy Blood can wash out every stain And
This Sun-shine Fortune did not long remain Ere 't was eclips'd by a dark Cloud again My Comforts sever'd by that Unseen Hand Which Prosperous and Adverse Fate both command Then by the Counsel of a real Friend I am advis'd my Precious Time to spend No more in a poor Village but repair To a City try the Smiles of Fortune there What this may signify 't is GOD best knows My Fortune ever Ebbs but never Flows The Wicked Careless Foolish all I see Her Kindness have which is deny'd to me 'T is so Great GOD and to it I submit And all things else Thy Wisdom shall think sit This only thing I begg while I have Breath Grant me an HONEST LIFE and HAPPY-DEATH MEDITATION I. Rejoycing in Hope Patient in Tribulation continuing instant in Prayer Rom. 12. ver 12. HOW do I Read and Marvel Read again And wonder at St. Paul's Inspired Pen That in One Verse could such a Sermon write And so much Duty in few Words recite O that my Practice his Three Precepts wrought As Undivided as the Mind and Thought What Tribulation is there could suppress The Living Flames of hop'd for Happiness Which rises with an unresisted Sway Breaks out in Light and forces Night to Day Tramples the Clouds of Darkness new assumes The Tow'ring Seat and Sadness quite consumes Or if the gnawing Grief of Discontent Seem'd for a while to keep in Banishment This Bliss of universal great Support PATIENCE Invincible would guard the Fort No strugling Sorrow ere could make a Breach The Feuds of Grief might to my Spirits reach But as a Rock Unmov'd should I remain See the Waves come dash and fall back again In scatter'd Pieces to their furious Main Lastly the Complication Spring and Crown Of these high Blessings and the rest come down By the unequall'd Benefit of PRAYER Which Sues Prevails and Binds our Makers Care This lock'd the Heavens Three Years from giving Rain And This brought Showers unlocking them again This quench'd the Fire when by their Aiding GOD Three Men through Flames the burning Pavement trod This did a Life from Hungry Lyons save And made their Mouths a Guard design'd a Grave So calm'd their Fury hush'd their Rage so still They did not look like things design'd to kill Blest DUTY of Divinest Insluence I love adore and chuse thy Excellence By Thee the Series of my Minutes can Find Solid Joys in this my Weary Span. Had I all Pleasures Earth could give beside They'd want a Charm were thy Delights deny'd For Glittering Riches or the Sound of Fame Accomplish'd Parts and an Illustrious Name Are all but Outward Things far from Content Without the Hours in dear DEVOTION spent Give me but This the True and Perfect Way Let Them disperse to whom and where They may Could Flesh with Purity Enliven'd be Made like the Spirit Vigorous and Free In these Sublime Delights I should not care But for the Practice and Effects of PRAYER O for a Strength of PRAYER to mount my Soul In Raptures far above the Starry Pole So Wing'd my soaring Flight should never tire Till I sate down to Rest in the Eternal Choir MEDITATION II. Who went about Doing Good Acts 10.38 WHen the great Lord of Life on earth was plac'd Whom wicked men with Cauelty disgrac'd And with Rebellious Fury shed his Blood His Conversation was in Doing Good Raise up dear Lord my Sin depressed State This Pattern of Thy Life to Imitate As for the Miracles Thy Power exprest In Healing those by Devils long possest Making the Blind to See the Dumb to Talk The Lepers Clean the Lame with Vigour Walk I begg not to Do These these Works I own To Thee peculiar and Thy Saints alone Nor dare my humble Thoughts a Wish aspire For these High Gifts to be at my Desire But I Initiated was to be A True and Lively Follower of Thee And as for all Mankind Thou shed'st thy Blood So I was Born to Live in Doing Good Nor must I say my Hinderances are Beyond the Power of Religious Care What tho' thou hast not lent me Wealth to be Thy Faithful Steward Dole my Cbarity And with Extensive Bounty at my Door Act dayly Goodness on the Suffering Poor Whilst Thy High Pleasure for my Lot ordains That Poverty my willing Hands restrains What tho' I do want Power to Help Relieve The Oppres'd who injur'd by Injustice grieve And what tho' no proud Honour deck my Brow A Station High to make me seen below So Seen that Leading of a Life Divine Might stand a Pattern to make Virtue shine Tho' neither Wealth nor Honour nor Power are Alotted or Permitted to my Share By all these Fetters and these Checks withstood Am I deny'd the Means of Doing Good Ah no! restrain my Thoughts from thinking this Since thou know'st best what most Convenient is Make me a Christian inwardly conform'd To all these Sufferings which the Cross adorn'd From this worlds Pleasure and Affection hurl'd And Live by other Light as in another world With different Principles Proceedings new Vertue Embrace Folly and Vice Eschew My Precious Time in no vain Pleasure wast But have for Spiritual Things another Tast Show my Obedience in the highest Nature And sole Dependance on my Blest Creator With true Submission meekly take all Crosses And have a Relish for Contempts and Losses Pleas'd only with a Life of Faith and then Slight all the Mockeries of Worldly Men Who Judge not but by Sence or at the most By Human Reason too much to their Cost This Suffering Life in real Practice shown Could be to me Wealth Honour and a Crown No more I need not ask to Bless my Days Or cast a Lustre on my Gloomy Ways To make a shining Light at once to be Example to others and safe Guide to me Lord let not this be only Barren Thought But to Maturer Growth of Action brought MEDITATION II. Fret not thy self because of the Ungodly neither be thou envious against the Evil Doers Psalm 37.1 TO see the Wicked in a Prosperous State Surrounded with the Happiness of Fate Their Humours pleas'd their Undertakings Blest Their Pains Successful and their Goods Increast Their Pleasures flowing as their Vices are And Minds disburthen'd of all other Care So far am I from Envying at this Sight Or Grudging that I would not if I might For all the Treasures in Rich Ophir's Soyl Even for their Happiness exchange my Toyl Their best Enjoyments Poor and Empty are And all their Pleasure but a Flattering Snare Their Prime Felicities in Folly's past And Joys which like declining Shadows wast Thus Swift in Vanity from Vertue stray And to Destruction gayly March away Then comes the Terror of approaching Death They must Resign their discontinuing Breath Tortur'd to Think upon a Mournful Knell And Rack'd with Horrour at the Thoughts of Hell MEDITATION IV. Thou art about my Path and about my Bed and spyest out all my Ways c. Psalm 139. ver 2.3 THere is