An ELEGY on the Death of that most Laborious and Painful Minister of the Gospel Mr. JOHN NORCOT, who fell asleep in the Lord the 24th of this instant March 1675-76.
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An ELEGY on the Death of that most Laborious and Painful Minister of the Gospel Mr. JOHN NORCOT, who fell asleep in the Lord the 24th of this instant March 1675-76.
HOW doth my troubled Soul amused stand,
On thoughts of God's most sore Chastising hand
Let Heaven assist my Pen, and help indite
This Mournful Elegy I'm moved to write.
This Mournful Elegy I'm mov'd to write.
My grieved heart knows not what way to take,
Its love to show and lamentation make.
Its love to shew and lamentation make.