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NHG-P.765.005
1 Feb 1765:11,12 (434)
From the Massachusetts Gazette, Jan. 24. Please to insert
the following poetical piece, attempted by a young
gentleman, a student in the College; which will discover at
once a promising genius, laudable acquirements in
literature, and the respect he had for the deceased.
Sacred to the Memory of Dr. Wigglesworth. [president of
Harvard]
The prophet's soul has bid adieu to earth,
Soar'd on coelestial wings, and gain'd its home;
It's native home where kindred spirits throng,
To bed it welcome to the heav'nly shores.
Forgive my muse, if in the gen'ral grief,
which paints a solemn gloom in ev'reweigh face,
She drops a tear o'er his black-mantled urn,
And mourns his exit from a weeping world.
. . . [50 lines]
. . . [35 more lines]
How, while he mus'd on themes divinely brightly,
His raptur'd soul soar'd on coelsestial wings,
And rang'd the aethereal plains, and view'd the abodes,
Where joys perennial dwell, whence blissful streams
Of pleasures, ever new, flow without end;
And ravish'd saints forever tune their voice,
To sing the love which rais'd them to those seat.
Then has he wish'd to quit his earthy frame;
Which kept is soul a pris'ner here confin'd,
And long'd to join th' assembled choirs above,
To prove those joys, and mix his songs with their's.
. . . [14 more lines, signed] Sympathes.
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