A Neighbours Tears

O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended knees Who dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries: That this rare plant is cropt before mine Eyes (Meer Shadow) left to write her Elegies. Pray what brave Artist here can Understand What one intends that takes a pen in hand? Twas t'other day a place I visited Where stands a palme, one limb where of is dead. A bow'r which many years Thousands have shaded By whome one Church was built: and Willard aided Seeking the plat of Immortality I saw no place secure but some must die Treading that way their Ancient fathers did Whose faces are, but Vertues can't be hid. I saw this pretty Lamb, but t'other day, With a small flock of Doves, Just in my Way. What New made Creature's this so bright 'thought I Ah! pitty tis such prettiness should die. With rare alliances on Every side Had old physitians liv'd She ne're had died. Must then the Rulers of this Worlds Affairs By Providence be brought to us in tears. Lord keep their Eyes from such smart Judgments free Such mournfull Sights are more becoming mee. Pleasant Rebecka, heres to thee a Tear Hugg my sweet Mary if you chance to see her Had you giv'n warning ere you pleasd to Die, You might have had a neater Elegy.