Classic Poem

the soull expostulating with it self for its restlese, impatient desires to be gone, revived by mrs Sl- death, July 6 72

What dost thou ayl, my soull, what dost thou ayl
Why thus impatient, cause within the vaill
Others are taken, and thou left behind
wilt thou therfore, conclude, Christ is unkinnd
Because thou art not taken yet so neer
To him, as others of his Children deer
Whom he has cald from sin, and misery
Have to himself, in his arms for to ly
May he not what he please, do with his own
Who of his actions, gives acount to none
Why sufers't thou, tumultious thoughts to rise
And filst thy breast, with fears, and Jeloysies
Wher then, dost thou, his work in question call
Because at once, he doth not perfect all
And stop the mouth, of thy desires, as soon
As ever they, ar formed in the womb
Before they ar come, to maturity
Thou wouldst be streight, transplanted up on high
Dost thou know better then thy god, whats best
Or teach him when, to call thee home to rest
Wilt thou a quarell pick, with thy best friend
Because he puts not, to thy days and end
Doe but look round about thee, thou shalt see
Thou hast yet company along with thee
Thou art not left out, to the last as yett
But mayst yet, before many others gett
Have patience then, tis but a litle while
And Christ will come, and for each weary mile
Hee will thee recompence abundantly
And thou shalt still, in his embraces ly
Thy weary race shall shortly have an end
And then the blessed angells, he will send
To fecth thee to himself, where thou shalt have
More then thou here, couldst wish, or think to crave
Envy not thosse, that do before thee get
Remember alsoe, that thy time is set
Thy days, & hours, ar numbred, & when they
Fullfiled are, thou shalt no longer stay
But thou with joy shalt follow after those
Who now ar triumphing o're all their foes
It shall not then be in the pow'r, or art
Of man, to keep thee longer from thy part
Which is laid safly up for thee, in store
When thou above the clouds, shalt sweetly soare
Have patience then a litle, litle, while
Foreruners, shall not thee at all beguile
But thou shalt also have as full a mese
As they, of comfort, joy, & happynese
What though before thee. they ar gone, & fled
They shall not take thine house, over thy head
But that shall be reserv'd, & keept for thee
Till thou from hence, remov'd, to it shall bee
A smile from Christ, when their, shall make amends
For all thy weary, restlese, longing, when's
And dayly, cryings out, how long ere I
Shall in the arms, of my redeemer lye.