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 | Cotton Mather's verse in English |  |
His Widdow then, (the tender Whiting swam
Thro' the Black sea of Death to us) I came
(Said She) to bear a part with you. But I
Must in deep Silence do't. That ev'ry Sigh
Of mine—O that it Marbles might erect
To him, for lack of whom I'm thus deject.
Thro' the Black sea of Death to us) I came
(Said She) to bear a part with you. But I
Must in deep Silence do't. That ev'ry Sigh
Of mine—O that it Marbles might erect
To him, for lack of whom I'm thus deject.
| Cotton Mather's verse in English | |