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Corderius americanus. An essay upon the good education of children. And what may hopefully…
Corderius americanus. An essay upon the good education of children. And what may hopefully be attempted, for the hope of the flock. In a funeral sermon upon Mr. Ezekiel Cheever. The ancient and Honourable master of the Free-School in Boston. Who left off, but when mortality took him off, in August, 1708. the ninety fourth year of his age. : With an elegy and an epitaph upon him. / By one that was once a scholar to him. ; [One line epigram in Latin]
Boston: printed by John Allen for Nicholas Boone, 1708
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Who Served the School, the Church did not forget; But Thought, and Prayed, and often wept for it. Mighty in Prayer: How did he wield thee, Prayer! Thou Reversed Thunder CHRIST's-Sides-piercing Spear? Soaring we saw the Bird of Paradise; So Winged by Thee, for Flights beyond the Skies. How oft we saw him tread the Milky Way, Which to the Glorious Throne of Mercy lay!
Who Serv'd the School, the Church did not forget; But Thought, and Pray'd, and often wept for it. Mighty in Prayer: How did he wield thee, Pray'r! Thou Reverst Thunder CHRIST's-Sides-piercing Spear? Soaring we saw the Bird of Paradise; So Wing'd by Thee, for Flights beyond the Skies. How oft we saw him tread the Milky Way, Which to the Glorious Throne of Mercy lay!
Come from the Mount, he shone with ancient Grace. Awful the Splendour of his Aged Face Clothed in the Good Old Way, his Garb did wage A War with the Vain Fashions of the Age. Fearful of nothing more than hateful Sin; 'Twas that from which he laboured all to win, Zealous; And in Truths Cause ne'er known to trim; No Neuter Gender there allowed by him. Stars but a Thousand did the Ancients know; On later Globes they Nineteen hundred grow: Now such a CHEEVER added to the Sphere; Makes an Addition to the Lustre there.
Come from the Mount, he shone with ancient Grace. Awful the Splendor of his Aged Face Cloath'd in the Good Old Way, his Garb did wage A War with the Vain Fashions of the Age. Fearful of nothing more than hateful Sin; 'Twas that from which he laboured all to win, Zealous; And in Truths Cause ne'r known to trim; No Neuter Gender there allow'd by him. Stars but a Thousand did the Ancients know; On later Globes they Nineteen hundred grow: Now such a CHEEVER added to the Sphere; Makes an Addition to the Lustre there.
Mean time America a Wonder saw; A Youth in Age, forbid by Natures Law.