E ternitized be that right worthy name;
D eath hath but kill'd his body, not his fame,
W hich in its brightness shall for ever dwell,
A nd like a box of ointment sweetly smell.
R ighteousness was his robe; bright majesty
D ecked his brow; his look was heavenly.
B old was he in his Master's quarrel, and
U ndaunted; faithful to his Lord's command.
R equiting good for ill; directing all
R ight in the way that leads out of the fall.
O pen and free to ev'ry thirsty lamb;
U nspotted, pure, clean, holy, without blame.
G lory, light, splendour, lustre, was his crown,
H appy his change to him: the loss our own.
Unica post cineres virtus veneranda beatos
Efficit.
Virtue alone, which reverence ought to have,
Doth make men happy, e'en beyond the grave.
While I had thus been breathing forth my grief,
In hopes thereby to get me some relief,
I heard, methought, his voice say, "Cease to mourn:
I live; and though the veil of flesh once worn
Be now stript off, dissolved, and laid aside,
My spirit's with thee, and shall so abide."
This satisfied me; down I shrew my quill,
Willing to be resigned to God's pure will.
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