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R171915 SO falls a Star when it deludes our sight, / For, look but up, you'l see the Star stil bright; Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 6: 568 AN / ELEGY / In Memory of that Reverend Divine / Mr. EDMOND CALAMY. AN ELEGY In Memory of that Reverend Divine Mr. EDMOND CALAMY. 1666-1666

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SO falls a Star when it deludes our sight, For, look but up, you'l see the Star stil bright; What fell, was earth, which, all its substance spent, Subsided to its proper Element: So was our Friend, of whom we are bereaven, A Composition made of Earth and Heaven; Heav'n challeng'd his Immortal Soul, and then The Elements took, what they gave, agen. He's now at's Fathers House, his ancient home, Whither at last his Body too shall come, Where he the Company of Angels keeps, Whilst weary Nature in her Causes sleeps Not that his Part Diviner does forsake it, But let it rest, till the last Trump awake it. Then he will come in the Angelick Chore, And put it on, that put it off before. And every atome of that sacred dust, With which he did the greedy worms entrust; His Soul shall gather from beneath this stone, And as a Robe of glory put it on. Then what Embracings, what a heavenly greeting! 'Twould be (methinks) a heaven to see the meet-ing. Then they shall meet never to part at all, And rise again, never again to fall. All this consider'd rightly, I may well, And truly say, he rather rise than fell:
How ere, according to th' Apostle's word, He now is blest, because dead in the Lord. He from his labours rests, and his works do, Both follow him, and stay behind him too. Who being dead, yet speaketh; In this night Of ignorance, he left a paper light, Which we keep still, though of himself bereaven, And are his heirs, to make us heirs of heaven. Thus as his heaven-born-soul her earth declines, He plays the Glow-worm, and in darkness shines; Who like a Tapour burning heavenly bright, Did spend himself by giving others light. Good fight he fought, o'recame the fatal three, Which Christians call the common Enemie. He kept the Faith, his ever trusty shield, And more than Conquerour march't off the field. I might proceed in lofty stile to raise him, But that's already done, for his works praise him. 'Tis not in Rhetorick, an applause to lend him; Say but what's true, and you then most commend him. His Church, and he (as if agreed by either) Fell in a manner, I may say, together; Where long he preacht, until put out by men, But Death was kind, and put him in agen: There his remains are treasur'd up, content To take her ruins for his Monument.