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A poem dedicated to the memory of the Reverend and excellent Mr. Urian Oaks,…A poem dedicated to the memory of the Reverend and excellent Mr. Urian Oakes,…
A poem dedicated to the memory of the Reverend and excellent Mr. Urian Oaks, the late pastor to Christ's flock and president of Harvard College in Cambridge ...A poem dedicated to the memory of the Reverend and excellent Mr. Urian Oakes, the late pastor to Christ's flock and præsident of Harvard Colledge in Cambridge ...
printed for John Ratcliff, 1682
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
(A double Honour to Thee (Harvard! Own it!) did by this accrue!) So being furnished with due burnished Tools The Armour and the Treasure of the Schools, To Temple-work he goes: I need not tell How he an Hiram, or Bezaleel Did there approve himself; I'll only add Roxbury his first-fruits (first Sermon) had▪
(A double Honour to Thee (Harvard! Own it!) did by this accrue!) So being furnisht with due burnisht Tools The Armour and the Treasure of the Schools, To Temple-work he goes: I need not tell How he an Hiram, or Bezaleel Did there approve himself; I'le only add Roxbury his first-fruits (first Sermon) had▪
Some things invite: He back to England goes; With God and Man he there in favour grows; But whilst he lives in that Land, Tichfield cries Come over, Sir, and help us! He complies: The Starr moves thither! There the Orator Continued charming sinful mortals for To close with a sweet Jesus: Oh! he wooed, He Thundered: Oh! for their eternal good How did he bring the Promises, and how Did he discharge flashes of Ebal? Now He held Love's golden Sceptre out before The Humble Soul; Now made the Trumpet roar Fire, Death, and Hell against Impenitent Desp'rates, until he made their hearts relent. ⟨p. 6⟩There did he merit Sibs's Motto, I Just like a Lamp, with lighting others die. Ah! like a Silk-worm, his own bowels went To serve his Hearers, while he soundly spent His Spirits in his Labours. O but there He must not die (except Death Civil) Here (Why mayn't we Sigh it! here dark Bartholomew This gallant and heroic Witness slew. Silenced he was! not buried out of sight! A worthy Gentleman do's him invite Unto him; and like Obadiah, hide Him, dear to them with whom he did reside, Finding his Prayers and Presence to produce An Obed-Edom's blessing on the House. A Spirit of great Life from God do's enter Within a while into him: He do's venture To stand upon his feet: He prophesy's; And to a Congregation Preacher is, Joined with a loving Colleague; who will not Be buried, till Symmons be forgot.