English poem
¶ 4. These Memorials of Piety, thus fetched from the Manuscripts of the Faithful WIGGLESWORTH, to serve the…
by Cotton Mather (1663–1728)
His Pen did once Meat from the Eater fetch; And now he's gone beyond the Eaters reach. His Body, once so Thin, was next None; From Thence, he's to Unbodied Spirits flown. Once his rare skill did all Diseases heal; And he does nothing now uneasy feel. He to his Paradise is Joyful come; And waits with Joy to see his Day of Doom.