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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

In Praise of the Renowned Cotton Mather

By Benjamin Tompson (1642–1714)

[Prefixed to the “Magnalia Christi Americana.” 1702.]

IS the bless’d MATHER necromancer turn’d,

To raise his country’s fathers’ ashes urn’d?

Elisha’s dust, life to the dead imparts;

This prophet, by his more familiar arts,

Unseals our heroes’ tombs, and gives them air;

They rise, they walk, they talk, look wondrous fair;

Each of them in an orb of light doth shine,

In liveries of glory most divine.

When ancient names I in thy pages met,

Like gems on Aaron’s costly breastplate set,

Methinks heaven’s open, while great saints descend,

To wreathe the brows by which their acts were penn’d.