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The day of doom
The day of doom: or, A poetical description of the Great and Last Judgment. With a short discourse about eternity. / By Michael Wigglesworth, teacher of the church at Maldon, in N.E.
Boston: printed by B. Green for Benjamin Eliot, 1701
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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.
My prisoned thoughts break forth, When opened is the door, With greater force and violence, And strain my voice the more. But vainly do they tell, That I am growing stronger, Who hear me speak in half an hour, Till I can speak no longer.
My prisoned thoughts break forth, When open'd is the door, With greater force and violence, And strain my voice the more. But vainly do they tell, That I am growing stronger, Who hear me speak in half an hour, Till I can speak no longer.
Some for, because they see not My cheerfulness to fail, Nor that I am disconsolate, Do think I nothing ail. If they had born my griefs, Their courage might have failed them, And all the Town (perhaps) have known (Once and again) what ailed them.
Some for, because they see not My chearfulness to fail, Nor that I am disconsolate, Do think I nothing ail. If they had born my griefs, Their courage might have fail'd them, And all the Town (perhaps) have known (Once and again) what ail'd them.
But why should I complain That have so good a God, That doth mine heart with comfort fill, Even whilst I feel his Rod? In God I have been strong, When wearied and worn out; ⟨image ?⟩And joyed in him, when twenty woes Assailed me round about.
But why should I complain That have so good a God, That doth mine heart with comfort fill, Ev'n whilst I feel his Rod? In God I have been strong, When wearied and worn out; ⟨image ?⟩