Anagrams. Lydia Minot

To All mine Earthly Joys and Friends I dy, To whatsoe're below the Sun doth ly; To All that shadow cast, and hastes to change; To All that is pursu'd within the Range Of Sublunary Vain's, toss'd to and fro Of sons of men that seek to th'Pit to go. I dy to Husband, Children, Parents dear: Mine they were once, I theirs; ('twixt hope and fear No unmix'd Sweet I found) But now no more These mine can be, as they were heretofore. My Interest's translated up on High, To things now mine, to which I ne're can dy. Then happy Death, my welcome I'le thee give, 'Cause now to God and Christ I ever live.

I Dy, 'tis true, but yet it's not my All, That with this dust into the Grave doth fall. Life hath my Better part; which soon did post By Angels Conduct, to the Heav'nly Host. Life unto Life is gone, through th'Living way; But that which Mortal was, makes yet some stay. When Breath expir'd, my Life came flowing in; My Soul reviv'd, made free from th'death of Sin, New Light, new Love, new Joy me now do fill, New Robes I have, new Company, new Skill To sing th'new Song: Sure this is Life indeed; My All's alive in dying thus to speed. Naked o'th'Body, my Soul in Bliss is sheath'd My Garland of ne're-dying Flow'rs is wreath'd. Then nought but Dust is dead; at Life's Return This also shall be quickned from its Urn: My Death, my Grave, shall then for ever dy, And Life shall Triumph in the Victory.

L ight sown is for the Righteous; its full Crop Y ields Glory's Harvest, Souls fill'd up to th'top D ay in my Lot is now, still calm, still bright. I n leaving your dark World, I left all Night; A scended where, nor Sun, nor Moon, we crave: M y God, & th'Lamb's the light that here we have. I n his Light we see light, and light'ned stay; N o light to that of th'Everlasting Day! O pleasant Lines that thus are fall'n to me! T o make that Day my Lot which aye shall be.