The life and funeral sermon of the Reverend Mr. Thomas Brand Dr. Samuel Annesley

VI. He far above the World, could yet descry Wisdom's hid Paths below; But drew the Eye Still to attend the' unerring Pole above, By which himself did safely, calmly move. His Morning, Evening-Dews the Word, Praise, Prayer, (And even these a Heavenly Manna were) The Happy Horse should with his Closet share; This knew him early oft, long on his Knees, Constant at study, and to him, who sees In secret often Fasting, to prepare The Food of Souls with utmost Pains and Care. ⟨image 74⟩There a John Baptist; Coming thence he'd be Sweet, like his Lord, and innocently free; Wise to win Souls by Christian Courtesy. Thrice Happy Orb, where ere this Sun did shine, Whose Heavenly Course shed Influence divine, Meted the Hours, and numbered out each Day For all, that would observe his constant way: His daily Weekly Motion; yea his Rest So Measured, they were Measures for the Best Standing one day, or going back had been A Miracle, in him was never seen. Heaven's Kindness in him shone to Good and Bad Those his Light blest, and these his Warmth made Glad. Forth from his Native East this kinder Sun Rejoiced a large, repeated Course to run; To barren Climates he would gladly bring Through smartest Winter-storms a Gospel-spring: But (ah!) more swift than strong ran out of Breath, Sunk in a Sea of Tears, that wail his Death; Yet from his Highest South did not decline; Set upon Heaven's Prime Meridian Line: There does, though Hid from us, more brightly shine.

VI. He far above the World, could yet descry Wisdom's hid Paths below; But drew the Eye Still to attend th' unerring Pole above, By which himself did safely, calmly move. His Morning, Evening-Dews the Word, Praise, Pray'r, (And even these a Heavenly Manna were) The Happy Horse should with his Closet share; This knew him early oft, long on his Knees, Constant at study, and to him, who sees In secret often Fasting, to prepare The Food of Souls with utmost Pains and Care. ⟨image 74⟩There a John Baptist; Coming thence he'd be Sweet, like his Lord, and innocently free; Wise to win Souls by Christian Curtesie. Thrice Happy Orb, where e're this Sun did shine, Whose Heav'nly Course shed Influence divine, Meted the Hours, and number'd out each Day For all, that would observe his constant way: His daily Weekly Motion; yea his Rest So Measur'd, they were Measures for the Best Standing one day, or going back had been A Miracle, in him was never seen. Heaven's Kindness in him shone to Good and Bad Those his Light blest, and these his Warmth made Glad. Forth from his Native East this kinder Sun Rejoyc'd a large, repeated Course to run; To barren Climates he would gladly bring Thrô smartest Winter-storms a Gospel-spring: But (ah!) more swift than strong ran out of Breath, Sunk in a Sea of Tears, that wail his Death; Yet from his Highest South did not decline; Set upon Heaven's Prime Meridian Line: There does, thô Hid from us, more brightly shine.