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Eureka. The virtuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary…Eureka. The vertuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary…
Eureka. The virtuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary Brown, late consort of Benjamin Brown Esq. in Salem. : [Three lines from Ruth III]Eureka. The vertuous woman found. A short essay on the memory of Mrs. Mary Brown, late consort of Benjamin Brown Esq. in Salem. : [Three lines from Ruth III]
Boston: printed by Bartholomew Green, 1704
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Ye Writers on the Decalogue, Stand by; Durham and all the rest, shall Needlessly: The Life we saw our pious MARY Live, A Commentary to the Life, did give. ⟨p. 7⟩But, Oh! the Fourth! —Tell, How She Sabbatized; And how the Rapturous Day She spent and prized.
Ye Writers on the Decalogue, Stand by; Durham and all the rest, shall Needless ly: The Life we saw our pious MARY Live, A Commentary to the Life, did give. ⟨p. 7⟩But, Oh! the Fourth! —Tell, How She Sabbatiz'd; And how the Rapt'rous Day She spent and priz'd.
The Day of God, which all our other Days As worth Ten Thousand of them all, do praise; The Day which all Enlightened minds confess, The Day-break of Eternal Blessedness; The Day; Incomparable Day; so fair None among all Times flying Children are: The Map of Heaven, the Light of Earth, or which God from Deep Treasures does our Souls Enrich.
The Day of God, which all our other Dayes As worth Ten Thousand of them all, do praise; The Day which all Enlightned minds confess, The Day-break of Eternal Blessedness; The Day; Incomparable Day; so fair None among all Times flying Children are: The Map of Heaven, the Light of Earth, or which God from Deep Treasures does our Souls Enrich.
She Loved the Day, She Loved the LORD, of whom The Day proclaimed his Rising from the Tomb. MARY this Day knew what it was to have Joy in a JESUS Rising from the Grave. Bright Day, Thou Soul of Piety; we see All True Religion Lives or Dyes with thee. My Heroine saw this, and kept the Day; This was, or None, She saw, to Heaven the way Vain Things Lay by; but with a Zealous Heart, Now MARY chose and sought the Better part. So on THIS DAY at last She must Expire, And to a Sacred Rest with CHRIST Retire. The Seventh and the Sacred Day, the Dove Takes for her Flight unto the Ark above.