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<HEAD>AN ELEGY Upon the much lamented Death of the mo&s;t Reverend Divine HENRY WILKINSON, D. D. Late <HI>CANNON</HI> of <HI>CHRIST-CH&V;RCH</HI> in <HI>OXFORD;</HI> and &s;ince Preacher of the Go&s;pel in <HI>London,</HI> who dyed the 5^t^h of <HI>June,</HI> 1675.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>LEt's ha&s;te to <HI>Jordan</HI>'s banks, from whence not far,</L>
<L><HI>Elijah</HI> (mounted in his <HI>fiery Carr</HI></L>
<L>Drawn by &s;wift <HI>Seraphime</HI>) doth cut his way</L>
<L>Through Airy Fiery Regions, without &s;tay</L>
<L>At the <HI>Olympick hou&s;es;</HI> till he comes</L>
<L>Unto the <HI>Pearly Gates,</HI> and <HI>A<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">re Rooms</HI></L>
<L>Prepared for him by the King of Kings,</L>
<L>Where to the Lamb he <HI>Hallelujah</HI> &s;ings.</L>
<L>But let's come down again to <HI>Jordan</HI>'s brook,</L>
<L>And while he <HI>climbs,</HI> on our <HI>Elijah</HI> look:</L>
<L>And when our &s;orrows want a <HI>briny Tear,</HI></L>
<L>Our Eyes may now take in <HI>fre&s;h water</HI> there:</L>
<L>Let them upon a <HI>Sea</HI> of Tears <HI>hoy&s;e &s;ail,</HI></L>
<L>And let them <HI>leak,</HI> and <HI>drown</HI> too; let a <HI>gale</HI></L>
<L>Of Sighs fill our Soul's wings, and make them &s;oare</L>
<L>After this Saint, unto his <HI>Heavenly &s;hore.</HI></L>
<L>Methinks I hear the <HI>Quire of Angels</HI> cry,</L>
<L>Welcom ble&s;t Soul unto our company</L>
<L>Innumerable; <HI>Ju&s;t Spirits,</HI> (every one</L>
<L>Made perfect,) cry, Make room for <HI>Wilkin&s;on.</HI></L>
<L><HI>A&s;h, Bridge, Pearce, Caryl, Whitaker,</HI> and <HI>Strong,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vines, Venning, Calamy,</HI> and <HI>Love</HI> (among</L>
<L><HI>The Martyrs) Jenaway,</HI> congratulate</L>
<L>Their <HI>Benjamin,</HI> approching Heaven's gate.</L>
<L>Methinks I &s;ee them circling round the Throne,</L>
<L>Spectators, while <HI>Jehovah</HI>'s hand doth crown</L>
<L>This <HI>Victor</HI> with triumphant <HI>bayes of Glory,</HI></L>
<L><HI>En&s;ur'd</HI> to him on Earth in Scripture-&s;tory.</L>
<L>Doth not his <HI>Treble</HI> Soul Heaven's <HI>Quire</HI> advance,</L>
<L>By adding a new Song, whil'&s;t with a glance</L>
<L>He takes a pro&s;pect of his <HI>acted Scene;</HI></L>
<L>On this World's <HI>Theatre,</HI> his Soul agen</L>
<L>Re-acts, and <HI>Comments</HI> on his ended dayes,</L>
<L><HI>(To us a Text)</HI> and now admires the rayes</L>
<L>Of <HI>Grace, Truth, Wi&s;dom, Goodness, Power,</HI> and <HI>Love,</HI></L>
<L>Commenced here, there perfected by <HI>Jove.</HI></L>
<L>The time is ended of the <HI>dark Eclip&s;e,</HI></L>
<L>Now, now, he clearly &s;ees <HI>th' Apocalyps,</HI></L>
<L>One minute now, of Knowledge gives him more</L>
<L>In <HI>My&s;teries,</HI> than &s;cores of years before.</L>
<L>But where now am I gone! return my Mu&s;e,</L>
<L>Come view his life, his <HI>Enochi&s;me</HI> peru&s;e.</L>
<L>Hath he not for his Lord <HI>&s;pent, and been &s;pent?</HI></L>
<L>Come &s;ee in every place his <HI>Monument.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Oxford!</HI> Produce thy high <HI>priz'd Pearls, thy Gold,</HI></L>
<L>(Such as the <HI>Indies, Guiny,</HI> never told)</L>
<L>Which from <HI>Heaven</HI>'s <HI>Factory,</HI> our <HI>Merchant</HI> brought</L>
<L>And <HI>found</HI> for thee before 'twas by thee <HI>&s;ought.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Athens</HI> &s;hould not have <HI>Ship'd</HI> him from her <HI>Port,</HI></L>
<L>Nor the <HI>Cathedral</HI> from that <HI>Royal Fort,</HI></L>
<L>Which he &s;o &s;toutly <HI>Mann'd,</HI> again&s;t th' <HI>attack</HI></L>
<L>Of <HI>Romi&s;h Mon&s;ters</HI> while he drave them back.</L>
<L><HI>London!</HI> Doth not thy Walls yet <HI>Eccho</HI> from</L>
<L>His <HI>Trumpet?</HI> Hath not his <HI>Alarum</HI> come</L>
<L>Into thy Soul? Doth not this <HI>Aaron</HI>'s <HI>Bell</HI></L>
<L>Yet <HI>ring</HI> within thy Ears? Let <HI>Spittles Cell</HI></L>
<L>Bear witne&s;s of his <HI>warning piece;</HI> he fir'd</L>
<L>Upon our Lu&s;ts, which guilt and wrath acquir'd.</L>
<L>Can we forget his <HI>winged Soul,</HI> that went</L>
<L>After, when his loud cries to Heaven were &s;ent?</L>
<L>As if he long'd to know what <HI>Heaven</HI> decreed,</L>
<L>That he the News might bring to <HI>Jacob</HI>'s Seed.</L>
<L>Cannot the <HI>Watch-Towers</HI> where th' <HI>Prophet</HI> &s;tood,</L>
<L>Bear witne&s;s of that <HI>over flowing flood</HI></L>
<L>Of wrath (from the <HI>Apocalyps</HI> of <HI>John</HI></L>
<L>By him foretold) to come on <HI>Albion?</HI></L>
<L>How did his working <HI>Heart,</HI> in every word</L>
<L><HI>Breathe</HI> out it&s;elf? How did the <HI>Spirit</HI>'s <HI>Sword</HI></L>
<L>(Brandi&s;hed in his skilful hand) help on</L>
<L>Sin, Satan's, Death's la&s;t Execution?</L>
<L>He Preach'd, as if immediately from <HI>God</HI></L>
<L>He came; he Pray'd as if in's pre&s;ence &s;tood.</L>
<L>A <HI>David</HI>'s <HI>Zeal,</HI> a <HI>Mo&s;es Meekne&s;s, Job</HI>'s</L>
<L><HI>Still Patience,</HI> his <HI>Lord Chri&s;t</HI> Royal robes</L>
<L>Of Holine&s;s, did &s;plendidly <HI>array</HI></L>
<L>This glorious Saint, &s;it for his <HI>Wedding day;</HI></L>
<L>What &s;hall I &s;ay! him &s;hall I dare to call</L>
<L><HI>Henry the Fir&s;t</HI> for his Memorial.</L>
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