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B09610 An elegie upon the death of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Shepard, late teacher of the church at Charlstown in New-England: / By a great admirer of his worth, and true mourner for his death. Oakes, Urian, 1631-1681. 1677 (1677) Wing O20; ESTC W35896 4,808 16

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must we with our God and Glory part Lord Is thy Treaty with New-England come Thus to an end And is War in thy Heart That this Ambass●dour is called home So Earthly Gods Kings when they War intend Call home their Ministers and Treaties end 19 Oh for the Raptures Transports Inspirations Of Israel's Singers when his Jon'athan's Fall So tun'd his mourning Harp what Lamentations Then would I make for Shepards Funerall How truly can I say as well as He My Dearest Brother I 'am distress'd for thee 20 How Lovely Worthy Peerless in my view How Precious Pleasan● hast thou been to me How Learn●● Prud●nt Pious Grave and True And what a ●●●●ful Friend who like to thee Mine Eye's desire is vanish'd who can tell Where lives my dearest Shepard's Parallel 21 'T is strange to think but we may well believe That not a few of different Perswasions From this great Worthy do now truly grieve I' th Mourning croud and joyn their Lamentations Such Powers Magnetick had He to draw to Him The very Hearts and Souls of all that knew Him 22 Art Nature Grace in Him were all combin'd To shew the World a matchless Paragon In whom of Radiant Virtues no less shin'd Than a whole Constellation but hee 's gone Hee 's gone alas Down in the Dust must ly As much of this rare Person as could dy 23 If to have solid Judgement Pregnant Parts A piercing Wit and comprehensive Brain If to have gone the Round of all the Arts Immunity from Deaths Arrest would gain Shepard would have been Death-proof and secure From that All conquering Hand J'm very sure 24 If Holy Life and Deeds of Charity If Grace illustrious and Virtue tri'ed If modest Carriage rare Humility Could have brib'd Death good Shepard had not di'ed Oh! but inexorable Death attacks The best Men and promiscu'ous havock makes 25 Come tell me Criticks have you ever known Such Zeal so temper'd well with moderation Such Prudence and such Inno'cence met in one Such Parts so little Pride and Ostentation Let Momus carp and Envy do her worst And swell with Spleen and Rancour till she burst 26 To be descended well doth that commend Can Sons their Fathers Glory call their own Our Shepard justly might to this pretend His Blessed Father was of high Renown Both England speak him great admire his Name But his own pers onal worth 's a better claim 27 Great was the Father once a glorious Light Among us Famous to an high Degree Great was this Son indeed to do him right As Great and Good to say no more as He. A double portion of his Fathers Spirit Did this his Eldest Son through Grace inherit 28 His Look commanded Reverence and Awe Though Mild and Amiable not Austere Well Humour d was He as I ever saw And rul'd by Love and Wisdome more than Fear The Muses and the Graces too conspir'd To set forth this Rare Piece to be admir'd 29 He govern'd well the Tongue that busie thing Unruly Lawless and Pragmatical Gravely Reserv'd in Speech not lavishing Neither too sparing nor too liberal His Words were few well season'd wisely weigh'd And in his Tongue the Law of kindness sway'd 30 Learned he was beyond the common Size Befriended much by Nature in his Wit And Temper Sweet Sedate Ingenious Wise And which crown'd all he was Heav'ens Favourite On whom the God of all Grace did command And ●how'● down Blessings with a lib'eral hand 31 Wise He not wily was Grave not Morose Not stiffe but steady Seri'ous but not Sowre Concern'd for all as if he had no Foes Strange if he had and would not wast an Hour Thoughtful and Active for the common good And yet his own place wisely understood 32 Nothing could make him stray from Duty Death Was not so frightful to him as Omission Of Ministerial work he fear'd no breath Infecti'ous i' th' discharge of his Commission Rather than run from 's work he chose to dy Boldly to run on Death than duty fly 33 Cruel Disease that didst like High-way-men Assault the honest Trav'eller in his way And rob dear Shepard of his life Ah! then When he was on the Road where Duty lay Forbear bold Pen 't was God that took him thus To give him great Reward and punish us 34 Zealous in God's cause but meek in his own Modest of Nature bold as any Lion Where Consc ience was concern'd and there were none More constant Mourners for afflicted Sion So gene'ral was his care for th Chu●ches all His Spirit seemed Apostolical 35 Large was his Heart to spend without regret Rejoycing to do good not like those Moles That root i' th' Earth or roam abroad to get All for themselves those sorry narrow Souls But He like th' Sun i' th' Center as some say Diffus'd his Rayes of Goodness every way 36 He breath'd Love and pursu'd Peace in his day As if his Soul were made of Harmony Scarce ever more of Goodness crouded lay In such a piece of frail Mortality Sure Father Wilsons genuine Son was he New-England's Paul had such a Timothy 37 No Slave to th'Worlds grand Idols but he flew At Fairer Quarries without stooping down To Sublunary prey his great Soul knew Ambition none but of the Heave'nly Crown Now he hath won it and shall wear 't with Honour Adoring Grace and God in Christ the Donour 38 A Friend to Truth a constant Foe to Errour Pow'erful i' th' Pulpit and sweet in converse To weak ones gentle to th'Profane a Terrour Who can his vertues and good works rehearse The Scripture Bishops-Character read o're Say this was Shepards what need I say more 39 I say no more let them that can declare His rich and rare endowments paint this Sun With all its ●azling Rayes But I despair Hopeless by any hand to see it done They that can Shepards goodness well display Must be as good as he But who are they 40 See where our Sister Charlstown sits and Means Poor Widowed Chaarlstown all in Dust in Tears Mark how she wrings her hands hear how she gro●●● See how she weeps what sorrow like to hers Charlstown that might for joy compare of late With all about her now looks desolate 41 As you have seen some Pale Wan Ghastly look When grisly Death that will not be said nay Hath seiz'd all for it self Possession took And turn'd the Soul out of its house of Clay So Visag'd is poor Charlstown at this day Shepard her very Soul is torn away 42 Cambridge groans under this so heavy cross And Sympathizes with her Sister dear Re●ews her Griefs af●esh for her old loss Of her own Shepard sad drops many a Tear Cambridge and Charlstown now joint Mourners are And this tremendous loss between them share
AN ELEGIE UPON The Death of the Reverend Mr. THOMAS SHEPARD Late Teacher of the Church at Charlstown in New-England By a great Admirer of his Worth and true Mourner for his Death Isai 57. 1. The righteous perisheth and no man layeth it to heart and merciful men are taken away none considering that the righteous is taken away from the evil to come Zech. 1. 5 6. Your Fathers where are they And the Prophets do they live for ever but my words and my statutes which I commanded my servants the Prophets did they not take hold of your Fathers Heb. 13 7. Remember them which had the rule over you who have spoken unto you the word of God whose Faith follow considering the end of their conversation CAMBRIDGE Printed by Samuel Green 1677. To the Reader 1 REader I am no Poet but I grieve Behold here what that passion can do That forc'd a verse without Apollo's leave And whether th' Learned Sisters would or no My Griefs can hardly speak my sobbing Muse In broken terms our sad bereavement rues 2 I wonder what the learned World still ailes To tune and pace their sorrows and complaints In Rhythm and Verse He that his crosses wailes Indeed would vent his griefs without restraints To tye our grief to numbers m●asures feet Is not to let it loose but fetter it 3 Is this it that a Poets softer heart Of great impressions susceptible is He wisely doth perform his mourning part In Verse lest grief should time and measure miss But griefs unmeasurable would not be Curb'd and rein'd-in by measur'd Poetry 4 Stop stop my Pen lest Israel's singer sweet Should be condemn'd who in that Song of th' Bow To vent his passionate complaints thought meet And to bewail his great Friends overthrow King David in an Elegiack Knell Rung out his dolours when dear Jona'than fell 5 No matter what 's the trifling Poets Vse Th' Imperious Law of custome we deride We have Diviner Warrant to produce The Soveraign Sacred Poet is our guide He wept his Friend in verse then let us try Now Shepard's faln to write his Elegy AN ELEGIE Upon that Reverend Learned Eminently Pious and Singularly Accomplished Divine my ever Honoured BROTHER Mr. THOMAS SHEPARD The late Faithful and Worthy Teacher of the Church of Christ at Charlstown in New-England Who finished his Course on Earth and went to receive his Crown December 22. 1677. In the 43d Year of his Age. 1 OH that I were a Poet now in grain How would I invocate the Muses all To deign their presence lend their flowing Vein And help to grace dear Shepard's Funeral How would I paint our griefs and succours borrow From Art and Fancy to limn out our sorrow 2 Now could I wish if wishing would obtain The sprightli'est Efforts of Poetick Rage To vent my Griess make others feel my pain For this loss of the Glory of our Age. Here is a subject for the loftiest Verse That ever waited on the bravest Hearse 3 And could my Pen ingeniously distill The purest Spirits of a sparkling wit In rare conceits the quintessence of skill In Elegiack Strains none like to it I should think all too little to condole The fatal loss to us of such a Soul 4 Could I take highest Flights of Fancy foar Alost If Wits Monopoly were mine All would be much too low too light too poor To pay due tribute to this great Divine Ah! Wit avails not when th'Heart's like to break Great griefs are Tongue ti'ed when the lesser speak 5 Away loose rein'd Careers of Poetry The celebrated Sisters may be gone We need no Mourning Womens Elegy No forc'd affected artificial Tone Great and good Shepard's Dead Ah! this alone Will set our eyes abroach dissolve a stone 6 Poetick Raptures are of no esteem Daring Hyperboles have here no place Luxuriant Wits on such a copious Theme Would shame themselves and blush to shew their face Here 's worth enough to overmatch the skill Of the most stately Poet Laureat's Quill 7 Exube'rant Fancies useless here I deem Transcendent vertue scorns feign'd Elogies He that gives Shepard half his due may seem If Strangers hear it to Hyperbolize Let him that can tell what his vertues were And say this Star mov'd in no common Sphere 8 Here need no Spices Odours curious Arts No skill of Egypt to embalm the Name Of such a Worthy let men speak their hearts They 'l say He merits an Immortal Fame When Shepard is forgot all must conclude Th●● is prodigious ingratitude 9 But live he shall in many a gratefull Breast VVhere he hath rear'd himself a Monument A Monument more stately than the best On which Immensest Treasures have been spent Could you but into th' Hearts of thousands peep There would you read his Name engraven deep 10 Oh! that my head were VVaters and mine Eyes A flowing Spring of Tears still issuing forth In streams of bitterness to solemnize The Obits of this Man of matchless worth Next to the Tears our sins do need and crave I would bestow my Tears on Shepards Grave 11 Not that he needs our Tears for he hath dropt His measure full not one Tear more shall fall Into God's Bottle from his eyes Death stopt That water-course his sorrows ending all He Fears he Cares he Sighs he Weeps no more Hee 's past all storms Arriv'd at th'wished Shoar 12 Dear Shepard could we reach so high a strain Of pure Seraphick l●ve as to devest Our selves and love of self-r●sp●cts thy gain Would joy us though it cross our interest Then would we silence all complaints with this Our Dearest Friend is doubtless g●ne to Bliss 13 Ah! but the Lesson's hard thus to deny Our own dear selves to part with such a Loan Of Heaven in time of such pecessity And love thy comforts better than our own Then let us moan our loss adjourn our glee Till we come thither to rejoice with thee 14 As when some formidable Comets blaze As when Portentous Prodigies appear Poor Mortals with amazement stand and gaze With hearts aff●ighted and with trembling fear So are we all amazed at this blow Sadly portending some approaching woe 15 We shall not summon bold Astrologers To tell us what the Stars say in the case Those Cousin-Germans to black Conjurers We have a sacred Oracle that says When th'Righteous perish men of mercy go It is a sure presage of coming wo. 16 He was ah woful word to say he was Our wrestling Israel second unto none The man that stood i' th g●p to keep the pass To stop the Troops of Judgements ●ushing on This Man the honour had to hold the hand Of an incensed God against our Land 17 When such a Pillar 's faln Oh such an one When such a glorious shining Light 's put out When Chariot and Horsemen thus are gone Well may we fear some Downfal Darkness Rout. When such a Bank's broke down there 's fad occasion To wail and dread some grievous Inundation 18 What!