O heighth! o Depthe! upon my bended knees <br />Who dare Expound these Wondrous Mysteries: <br />That this rare plant is cropt before mine Eyes <br />(Meer Shadow) left to write her Elegies. <br />Pray what brave Artist here can Understand <br />What one intends that takes a pen in hand? <br />Twas t'other day a place I visited <br />Where stands a palme, one limb where of is dead. <br />A bow'r which many years Thousands have shaded <br />By whome one Church was built: and Willard aided <br />Seeking the plat of Immortality <br />I saw no place secure but some must die <br />Treading that way their Ancient fathers did <br />Whose faces are, but Vertues can't be hid. <br />I saw this pretty Lamb, but t'other day, <br />With a small flock of Doves, Just in my Way. <br />What New made Creature's this so bright 'thought I <br />Ah! pitty tis such prettiness should die. <br />With rare alliances on Every side <br />Had old physitians liv'd She ne're had died. <br />Must then the Rulers of this Worlds Affairs <br />By Providence be brought to us in tears. <br />Lord keep their Eyes from such smart Judgments free <br />Such mournfull Sights are more becoming mee. <br />Pleasant Rebecka, heres to thee a Tear <br />Hugg my sweet Mary if you chance to see her <br />Had you giv'n warning ere you pleasd to Die, <br />You might have had a neater Elegy.<br /><br />Benjamin Tompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-neighbours-tears/
