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174 Memoir of
Without those wilder eccentricities
Which spot the fairest fields of men most wise.
In pleasant places fall that people's line,
Who have best shadows of men thus divine ;
Much more their presence, and heaven-piercing prayers_
Thus many years to mind our soul's affairs.
The poorest soil oft has the richest mine !
This weighty ore, poor Lynn, was lately thine.
Oh, wondrous mercy ! but this glorious light
Hath left thee in the terrors of the night.
New England, didst thou know this mighty one,
His weight and worth, thou'dst think thyself undone.
One of thy golden chariots, which among
The clergy rendered thee a thousand strong
One who for learning, wisdom, grace, and years,
Among the Levites, hath not many peers ;
One, yet with God, a kind of heavenly band,
Who did whole regiments of woes withstand ;
One that prevailed with heaven, one greatly mist
On earth, he gained of Christ whate'er he list ;
One of a world, who was both born and bred
At wisdom's feet, hard by the fountain head.
The loss of such a one would fetch a tear,
From Niobe herself, if she were here.
What qualifies our grief, centres in this,
Be our loss ne'er so great, the gain is his.