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The Amiable virgin memorized Elizabeth Tompson who deceased in Boston at Mr. Leggs august 22 1712

Anagram. o i am blest on top.

The height of heavenly love no soule can know
Till Death disects the knots of flesh below.
Above the sunn, beyond the orbs of light
Is built a Cyty filld with all delight
Where no less person then the son of god
Our light, our life, Saints king makes his abode
Here in a pallace heavens fair nunnerye
Chast virgins have faire entertainment free
And such as sought his favour upon earth:
Enjoy their purest love in sacred mirth.
Great Jesus daily steps off his bright throne
And gives them hart embraces every one
He lovd me, me, when I was but very young
And seated me his virgin tribes among.
I Dare not tell what here in hart i find
All tho i left most Christian friends behind.
Christ lovd me in my short morning dawn,
With Cords of love he hath me upward drawn.
All wedding ornaments he for me hath made
And me unworthy in his bosom laid.
Dear parents for your prayers i Dayly prais
Who nurtured me so well in early days
Religious tutors give a blessed lift
To infant souls while millions Run adrift.
Clouded with teares where mourning Clouds I see
I made short use in this apostrophe.
A lovely Cluster on a vine i saw,
So faire it did my admiracion draw,
Climbing the sun side of an house of prayer,
And solaceing it selfe in heavenly aire
Yet sudenly upon an eastward blast
The beuty of his boughs was over cast
The fairest grapes were pickt off one by one.
The Dresser looking like one half undone
Thers no undoing while a saviour lives
Who takes no more then what he lends or gives.
Three manly sons grown up to Comly size,
Two Daughters apples in theire parents eyes,
Pickt out by envious Death, with us remains
Their precious Dust abhorring sin or staine.
What importunity in prayer could reach,
Was handed down in showers from heaven on each
Proximity of blood makes me for beare
All Round her prais her while i Drop this tear.
All Comendations Could befall a maid
A tribute to her memory might be paid
A solitary sigh.
So many lashes from a fathers hand
Make providences hard to understand
Why this befalls the Righteus man, but the
Great sinner left to wright her Elegy.
While you in biternes of soule thuss mourn
Pray for youre sinking onely brothers turn.
I hope you've learned the art of selfe deniall
When faith is active pacients beares the triall.
Keep in the use of such Angellic graces,
Twill make you Cherefull, till you se their faces.
Your streams of grief when you are perchd above
Will all be swallowed up in th' abyss of love
Amazing love o what a sight is here
Where jesus raigns and every saint appear.
Such as on earth their virgin love exprest
With hyest potentates Com here abreast
How ever there i was but mean and low.
My love hath Clothed mee from top to toe
My hart had faild me in the milkie way
Had i not his right hand where on to stay;
Who led me to the mount of pleasures top
Where i all flowers of paradice do Crop.
Pray in this lodgeing where i find sweet Rest,
Let not your sighs nor groans mine ears molest.
Sweet mother close mine eys and turn aside
My Jesus sends for me, Thus said she dyed.