Classic Poem

How does thy mercies stil renew
How does thy benefites pursue.
My childe lay sicke, while darts of death
Was ready to exhale his breath.
A dangerous infectious Dart
Might have seized upon his heart
Expeld his vital powers in haste
And early in his noneage waste
His slender life. Then could not pay
His offerings by a longer stay.
His life was in the twilight sky,
Nor knew he not thy praise most high.
O let him live and praise thee who
Doest ade more daies and life renew.
Why was mine spar'd and one so strong
Whose lively health, judg'd to live long
A verdant youth, in's growing Spring
The Prince of all the Schollars. Him
A jewell in his parents eye
And this so lov'd a youth, did dye.
He strong by nature, and mine frail
Was spar'd, the other did exhail.
Was it his sin, or our desert,
Made mine to live, and him to part?
O noe my Lord. My handes (I doe) uphold
It was thy will, nor dare be bold
To search thy secrets, or ask why
My weak son liv'd, a strong did dye.
Thy glory, and thy mercy too
As well in death as life insue.