Of Abigail His Wife E-book

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                     OF ABIGAIL, HIS WIFE

                       by Cotton Mather









Electronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R)



                       Of Abigail, His Wife


          GO then, my Dove, but now no longer mine!
          Leave Earth and now in Heavenly Glory shine.
          Bright for thy wisdom, goodness, beauty here;
          Now brighter in a more Angelic Sphere.
          Jesus, with whom thy soul did long to be,
          Into his Ark and Arms has taken thee.
          Dear friends with whom thou didst so dearly live
          Feel thy one death to them a thousand give.
          Thy prayers are done; thy alms are spent; thy pains
          Are ended now in endless joys and gains.
          The torch that gave my house its pleasant light,
          Extinguished, leaves it in how dark a night!
          I faint 'till thy last words to mind I call,
          Rich words! Heav'n, Heav'n will make amends for all.


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