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An elegy on the much-to-be-deplored death of that never-to-be-forgotten person, the Reverend Nathanael Collins;…
An elegy on the much-to-be-deplored death of that never-to-be-forgotten person, the Reverend Nathanael Collins; who after he had been many years a faithful pastor to the church at Middletown of Connecticut in New-England, about the forty third year of his age expired; on 28th. 10. month 1684. : [Three lines of quotations in Latin]An elegy on the much-to-be-deplored death of that never-to-be-forgotten person, the Reverend Nathanael Collins; who after he had been many years a faithful pastor to the church at Middletown of Connecticut in New-England, about the forty third year of his age expired; on 28th. 10. moneth 1684. : [Three lines of quotations in Latin]
printed by Richard Pierce for Obadiah Gill, 1685
Title page typeset from the transcription.
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.
Be glad that I am here, and after high, Your selves, with diligence, all posting hither, Precepts and Patterns left, my Counsels eye, And Copies, so we shall be soon together.
Be glad that I am here, and after hye, Your selves, with diligence, all posting hither, Precepts and Patterns left, my Counsels eye, And Copyes, so we shall be soon together.
Souls, follow me. Anon the Stars, the Sands. The Atoms of the Universe—a Scroll Like Heaven filled with Nines, for oypher stands, Compared to the Long joys ‖that over us may roll.
Souls, follow me. Anon the Stars, the Sands. The Aroms of the Universe—a Scrol Like Heaven fill'd with Nines, for oypher stands, Compar'd to the Long joyes ‖that over us may roll.
- ‖a line purposely to long for the verse, but too short not […] shadow of ETERNITYa line purposely to long for the verse, but too short not 〈…〉 shaddow of ETERNITY
A PERIOD this puts to the Tragedy. He vanished; They retired; confused I Now quite alone, have nothing else to do, But to pour out a short Hosanna to The Worlds Almighty GOVERNOR to whom On this account now these Petitions come From lifted Hands, and bended Knees—[…] By whom vast Hosts of Beings with a Word Are made and moved: Let thy much-hoped […] Shield us, like Walls from much-feared Desolation. O Save New-Englands Churches; Let them be Still golden Candlesticks, beloved by thee, Still Puritans; Still Ivory Palaces. Keep up the Quickset Hedge about them: Please To keep the gladsome Streams of them alive. Save Middletown, and cause the Place to thrive Under Fat Clouds still, and that Bochim let By thy Provision be a Bethel yet. Save every soul that reads this Elegy; Like COLLINS let us live, like COLLINS die. AMEN.