More fool then I to look on that was lent, As if mine own, when thus impermanent. Farewel dear child, thou ne're fhall come to me, But yet a while, and I shall go to thee; Mean time my throbbing heart's chear'd up with this Thou with thy Saviour art in endless blifs. On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet,* [250] Who dyed on 16. Novemb. 1669. being but a moneth, and one day old. fooner come, but gone, and fal'n asleep, Acquaintance fhort, yet parting caus'd us weep, Three flours, two scarcely blown, the last i'th' bud, Cropt by th' Almighties hand; yet is he good, With dreadful awe before him let's be mute, Such was his will, but why, let's not difpute, With humble hearts and mouths put in the dust, Let's fay he's merciful as well as juft. He will return, and make up all our loffes, And fmile again, after our bitter croffes. Go pretty babe, go reft with Sifters twain Among the bleft in endless joyes remain. *The fourth child of her eldest son, Samuel. A. B. To the memory of my dear Daughter in Law, AND live I ftill to fee Relations gone, And yet furvive to found this wailing tone; [251] Who lov'd thee more (it feem'd) then her own life. *"Sept. () 1670 My B1 Samuel Bradstreet his wife dyed, wch was a foar affliction to him, and all his friends. May god giue us all a fanctifyed vse of this, and all other his Dispensations.”—Rev. Simon Bradstreet's Manuscript Diary. She was a daughter of William Tyng. It appears from this poem that she died soon after the premature birth of a child, which did not long survive her. This child was Anne, born Sept. 3, 1670, so that the date of the mother's death, as given in the heading, must be a misprint for 1670. See N. E. Hist. Gen. Register, vol. ix. p. 113, note ‡‡. One week fhe only paft in pain and woe, So with her Children four, fhe's now a rest, A. B. * A daughter, Mercy, born Nov. 20, 1667. Governor Bradstreet, in his will, signed Feb. 20, 1688, O. S., mentions her as one "whom I have been forced to educate and maintain at considerable charge ever since September 1670.” — Suffolk Probate Records, Lib. xi. Fol. 277-8. She afterwards married James Oliver, a physician in Cambridge. See N. E. Hist. Gen. Register, vol. viii. p. 314, and vol. ix. p. 113. A Funeral Elogy, [252] Upon that Pattern and Patron of Virtue, the truely pious, peerless & matchlefs Gentlewoman Mrs. Anne Bradstreet, right Panaretes,* Mirror of Her Age, Glory of her Sex, whofe Heaven-born-Soul leaving its earthly Shrine, chofe its native home, and was taken to its Reft, upon 16th. Sept. 1672. A Sk not why hearts turn Magazines of paffions, And why that grief is clad in sev'ral fashions; Why She on progrefs goes, and doth not borrow The smallest respite from th' extreams of sorrow, Her mifery is got to fuch an height, As makes the earth groan to fupport its weight, That none can fhew more caufe of grief then fhe. * Gr. TаvúpεToç, all-virtuous. Ask not why fome in mournfull black are clad; Why that the palefac'd Empress of the night Did not the language of the starrs foretel [253] A mournfull Scone when they with tears did fwell? Did not the glorious people of the Skye Seem fenfible of future mifery? Did not the lowring heavens feem to exprefs The bofome of the fleeting Air with groans, |