M Mather Byles

Mather Byles

19 şiir · 1706 — 1788 · the USA

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Mather Byles was an 18th century American poet and Puritan minister who lost his church status following the American Revolution because he supported the Loyalists rather than the victorious Patriots side. His parishioners objected to his political leanings and saw to it that he lost his ministry. He was born on the 26th March 1706 in Boston, Massachusetts, the grandson and nephew of two other Puritan clergymen, Increase Mather and Cotton Mather respectively. Both of these men achieved a certain notoriety for their involvement in, and support of, the Salem witch trials. The young man was well educated, achieving an A.M. degree from Harvard University in 1725, and embarking immediately on his career with the Congregational Church as a pastor at Hollis Street Church in Boston. He soon became a popular and learned minister, much in demand at important events due to his skill at writing sermons and his oratory skills in delivering them. He corresponded regularly with fellow churchman and poet Joseph Green, along with other literary men such as Alexander Pope. His first collection of poems was published in 1744 under the title Poems on Various Occasions. North America was, at this time, a collection of colonies under British rule but the seeds of revolution were being sown rapidly. Byles though remained staunchly loyal to the King and suffered the loss of his parish in Boston when the British evacuated the city. With victory having been achieved by the Patriots he found himself under arrest in 1777 and threatened with deportation though all that actually happened was that he was placed under house arrest for a while. His popularity saved him from being banished but he never changed his views and, because of this, he was not allowed to become a minister again. He was well known for his witty declarations, either in print or verbally. While watching the funeral cortege of four of the victims of the Boston Massacre it was reported that he remarked to someone close by It is possible that Byles may have borrowed his “three thousand tyrants” reference from a declaration made by a shopkeeper named Theophilus Lillie in 1770 when he claimed to be a “slave to a hundred masters” due to pressures placed upon him, and others, not to import goods from Britain for sale in American shops. If this were true Byles’s reputation as a master of punditry may have been based on false pretences. Nevertheless, sometime later, John Adams, in his autobiography, called him “Dr Byles of punning Memory.” Byles wrote a great deal of poetry, as well as sermons, and one that reflected his loyalties to the crown was A Poem on the Death of George I, published in 1727. Many of his pieces were written to be sung in church and a good example is reproduced below. It is the poem To Thee The Tuneful Anthem Soars: Mather Byles died in Boston on the 5th July 1788 at the age of 82. His reputation as a poet and preacher remained reasonably intact despite his opposition to the Whig-dominated new government of the fledgling United States of America.

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Pensive, o'ercome, the Muse hung down her Head, And heard the fatal News,-'The Friend is dead. Dumb, fixt in Sorrow, she forgot her Song, The Tune forsook her Lyre, the Voice her T…

When the proud Philistines for War declar'd, And Israel's Sons for Battle had prepar'd, Before the Heathen Camp a Monster stalk'd, And awful frowning, in the Valley walk'd.…

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I. To Thee, my Lord, I lift the Song, Awake, my tuneful Pow'rs: In constant Praise my grateful Tongue…

I. Heav'nly Love, our Bosoms seize! Ye soft seraphick Pow'rs, Come, join your Songs with ours:…

Ah! Cease, vain Muse, forbear thy hardy Lays, Nor urge the Thunder on thy guilty Bays, How durst thou thus debase the Saviour's Blood, And raise a Mortal o'er the Throne of GOD:…

I. Awake my Heart, awake my Tongue, Sound each melodious String; In num'rous Verse and lofty Song,…

I. Oft has thy Name employ'd my Muse, Thou Lord of all above: Oft has my Song to thee arose,…

I. Thy dreadful Pow'r, Almighty GOD, Thy Works to speak conspire; This Earth declares thy Fame abroad,…

While Death his awful Triumphs spreads around, And crowded Nations fill the vaulted Ground; While ev'ry Rank, and State, and Sex, and Age, Feel his keen Shafts, and sink beneath hi…

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