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Creation and the Fall of Man
"The Ground shall offer up her Store "Of Herbs & Fruits into your Pow'r, "The Birds their joyfull songs afford, "To cheer their sublunary Lord; "No Grief or Pain shall wreck your Breast, "With Angell's Conversation blest; "Survey this spacious Garden round, "Whatever pleasant can be found, "Enjoy, & use without Restraint, "Tis your Almighty Maker's Grant; "One Tree alone I must reserve, "One Tree do for my self-preserve, "By you let that untouch'd remain, "And you immortal Life shall gain. "But hear! hear and my Law obey! "If in this Point you go astray, "Your Life shall then the Forfeit pay; "Death certain Death shall soon pursue "Involv'd on all your Race by You. "But if from that yourself you guard, "Eternal Joys be the Reward".
To make his Bliss still more compleat, And fix him happy in his Seat, He gave a Mate, his Joys to share of Mind, & Body heavenly Fair; Divinely form'd, to charm his Heart, And heav'nly Raptures to impart.
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Creation & the Fall of Man
Of gentler Mould, and softer air, To be the Partner of his Care, A mutual Love possess'd their Minds, A mutual Love their Interest binds. But Man! Fool Man chose to be curst, And basely grov'ling, like the Dust From whence he sprang, abandons all His Bliss, & braves the threatned Fall A Serpent, form'd to lick the Ground, Form'd too Man's Happiness to wound, Tempts this half god, & he complies, Eats the forbidden Fruit, & DIES! ~ -----------------------------------------------------
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On the Death of Mr Daniel Treadwell of Portsmouth who was Professor of the Mathematicks at New York, a young Gentleman whose many useful Accomplishments render'd his Loss universally lamented - taken from the Ports- mouthNew-Hampshire Gazette May 9. 1760-
Written by a Young Lady - Mrs Br - t The Spring returns, Nature in Bloom appears, And Sol's refulgent Beams the Prospect chears, The feather'd Choir their artless Joy express, While all Creation Nature's God Confess; Each Tree each Plant in blooming Youth revives, And with their Verdure charm tho ravish'd Eyes. But thou o Strephon must no more survey, The radiant Glories of the rising Day; Clos'd are those Eyes that these gay Prospects charm'd, Cold is that Heart which every Virtue warm'd, You once with Joy those sprightly scenes beheld Which the Creator's mighty Power reveal'd; Those curious Objects now unnotic'd die Which then so charm'd your Philosophick Eye; To Earth's cold Bosom now must be confin'd, That Frame which once contain'd the noblest mind. Oh! cruel Death how rigid is thy sway! When youth and Merit must thy call obey; But why should I of conquering Death complain, Which kindly free'd thee from a mortal Frame Then let me not on sad Reflections dwell When glorious Views may gloomy Thoughts dispel.
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On the Death of Mr {Daniel} Treadwell of Portsmouth
But soar my Muse to that Atherial Height Where with his Guardian, Stephon tood his Flight. He call'd at every orb, our System view'd To ther Systems then his Course pursu'd, Worlds still unken'd, there struck him in the Way As swift he pass'd to the bright Realms of day Where he appears [?] in Spelndor all divine, While everbearring Glories round him shine: Immortal Whreaths his youthgul Temples grace, Celestial Beauty sparkes in his Face; He feasts on those perpetual Joys that flow, Which he anticipated when below; His novle soul, which such refinements knew Doth uncontroul'd its grloious Course pursue: From Start to Star he takes his easy Flight, And every Prospect yeilds him new Delight; Great Newton here he join'd while Seraphs sung A joyful welcome to his youthful son. [six lines crossed out]