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Memoria Wilsoniana. Or, Some dues unto the memory of the truly Reverend & renowned…
Memoria Wilsoniana. Or, Some dues unto the memory of the truly Reverend & renowned Mr. John Wilson, the first Pastor of Boston: who expired August. 7. 1667. Aged, 79. Paid by Cotton Mather. ; [Two lines of Latin quotation]
Boston : Printed for and sold by Michael Perry, at his shop, under the west end of the Town-House, in Boston, in N.E., 1695
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Upon the Death of the first and only Child (being an Infant) of his Daughter Mrs. Danforth, he made a Poem, wherein were these Lines among the rest, What if they part with their beloved one, Their first Begotten, and their Only Son? What's this to that which Father Abram Suffered, When his own hands his Only Darling offered, In whom was bound up all his joy in this Life present, and his hope of future Bliss? And what if God their Other Children Call, Second, Third, Fourth, suppose it should be All? What's this to Holy Job, his trials sad, Who neither these nor t'other comforts had? His Life was only given him for a Prey, Yet all his Troubles were to Heaven the way; Yea to far Greater Blessings on the Earth, The Lord rewarding all his Years with Mirth.
Upon the Death of the first and only Child (being an Infant) of his Daughter Mrs. Danforth, he made a Poem, wherein were these Lines among the rest, What if they part with their beloved one, Their first Begotten, and their Only Son? What's this to that which Father Abram Suffer'd, When his own hands his Only Darling offer'd, In whom was bound up all his joy in this Life present, and his hope of future Bliss? And what if God their Other Children Call, Second, Third, Fourth, suppose it should be All? What's this to Holy Job, his trials sad, Who neither these nor t'other comforts had? His Life was only given him for a Prey, Yet all his Troubles were to Heaven the way; Yea to far Greater Blessings on the Earth, The Lord rewarding all his Years with Mirth.
And behold, as if that he had been a Vates, in both Senses of it, a Poet, and a Prophet, it pleased God afterwards, to give his Daughter, a Second, a Third, and a Fourth Child, and then to take them all away at once, even in one Fortnights ⟨p. 31⟩Time; but afterwards, happily to make up the Loss.
And behold, as if that he had been a Vates, in both Senses of it, a Poet, and a Prophet, it pleas'd God afterwards, to give his Daughter, a Second, a Third, and a Fourth Child, and then to take them all away at once, even in one Fortnights