A PERIOD this puts to the Tragedy.
He vanisht; They retir'd; confused I
Now quite alone, have nothing else to do,
But to pour out a short Hosannah to
The Worlds Almighty GOVERNOUR to where
On this account now these Petitions come
From lifted Hands, and bended Knees—
Dread Lord,
By whom vast hosts of Beings with a Word
Are made and mov'd: Let they much-hop'd Salvation
Shield us, like Walls from much-fear'd Desolation.
O Save New-Englands Churches; Let them be
Still golden Candlesticks, belov'd by thee,
Still Puritans; Still Iv'ry Pallaces.
Keep up the Quickset Hedge about them; Please
To keep the gladsome Streams of them alive.
Save Middletown, and cause the Place to thrive
Under Fat Clouds still, and that Bochim let
By thy Provision be a Bethel yet.
Save ev'ry soul that reads this Elegy;
Like COLLINS let us live, like COLLINS dy. AMEN.
Sic mihi contingat vivere sicque mori.
Sic optat,
Qui longe sequitur vestigia semper adorans.
Qualis vita, ita.
May it befall me thus to live and thus to die
Thus he desires,
Who always worshipping follows far the footsteps.
Such a life, thus.
