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Rehoboth's Fate.
I Once conjectur'd that these Figures hard,
To reverend Newman's Bones would have regard.
But were all Saints they met, it were all one case,
They owe no Reverence to an Angels Face.
But where they fix their Monstrous Lion Paw's,
They Rend without remorse or heed to Laws
Rehoboth here in our plain English Rest,
They ransack, NEWMAN's Reliques they molest.
Here all the Town is made a publick stage,
Whereon these Nimrods act their Monstrous rage;
And Cruelties which Paper stain'd before,
Are acted to the life here ore and ore.
Let this, dear Lord, the sad Conclusion be
Of poor New-Englands fatal Tragedie.
Let not the Glory of thy former work,
Blasphemed lie by Pagan, Jew, or Turk.
But in New-Englands Ashes write thy Name,
So fair all Nations may expound the same.
Out of these Ruins, let a Phoenix rise,
That may outshine the first, and be more wise.
To reverend Newman's Bones would have regard.
But were all Saints they met, it were all one case,
They owe no Reverence to an Angels Face.
But where they fix their Monstrous Lion Paw's,
They Rend without remorse or heed to Laws
Rehoboth here in our plain English Rest,
They ransack, NEWMAN's Reliques they molest.
Here all the Town is made a publick stage,
Whereon these Nimrods act their Monstrous rage;
And Cruelties which Paper stain'd before,
Are acted to the life here ore and ore.
Let this, dear Lord, the sad Conclusion be
Of poor New-Englands fatal Tragedie.
Let not the Glory of thy former work,
Blasphemed lie by Pagan, Jew, or Turk.
But in New-Englands Ashes write thy Name,
So fair all Nations may expound the same.
Out of these Ruins, let a Phoenix rise,
That may outshine the first, and be more wise.
Another black Parenthesis of woe,
The Printer wills that all the world should know.
The Printer wills that all the world should know.
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