Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829.
By The Day of DoomMichael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)
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When all men sleeping lay;
Calm was the season, and carnal reason
Thought so ’t would last for aye.
Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease,
Much good thou hast in store:
This was their song, their cups among,
The evening before.
Vile wretches lay secure:
The best of men had scarcely then
Their lamps kept in good ure.
Virgins unwise, who through disguise
Amongst the best were number’d,
Had clos’d their eyes; yea, and the wise
Through sloth and frailty slumber’d.
God’s threat’nings to contemn,
Who stop their ear, and would not hear;
When mercy warned them:
But took their course, without remorse,
Till God began to pour
Destruction the world upon
In a tempestuous shower.
And drown’d their care and fears,
Till drown’d were they, and swept away
By vengeance unawares:
So at the last, whilst men sleep fast
In their security,
Surpris’d they are in such a snare
As cometh suddenly.
Which turn’d the night to day,
And speedily an hideous cry
Did all the world dismay.
Sinners awake, their hearts do ache,
Trembling their loins surpriseth;
Amaz’d with fear, by what they hear,
Each one of them ariseth.
And to their windows run,
Viewing this light, which shines more bright
Than doth the noonday sun.
Straightway appears (they see ’t with tears,)
The Son of God most dread;
Who with his train comes on amain
To judge both quick and dead.
And skies are rent asunder,
With mighty voice, and hideous noise,
More terrible than thunder.
His brightness damps heaven’s glorious lamps,
And makes them hide their heads,
As if afraid and quite dismay’d,
They quit their wonted steads.
The threat’nings of God’s word,
How cheer you now? your hearts I trow,
Are thrill’d as with a sword.
Now atheist blind, whose brutish mind
A God could never see,
Dost thou perceive, dost now believe
That Christ thy judge shalt be?
Could death and hell outface,)
Are you as bold now you behold
Your judge draw near apace?
They cry, “no, no: alas! and wo!
Our courage is all gone:
Our hardiness (fool hardiness)
Hath us undone, undone.”
And almost dead with fear:
No eye so dry, but now can cry,
And pour out many a tear.
Earth’s potentates and powerful states,
Captains and men of might,
Are quite abash’d, their courage dash’d
At this most dreadful sight.
Their robes, and tear their hair:
They do not spare their flesh to tear
Through horrible despair.
All kindreds wail: all hearts do fail:
Horror the world doth fill
With weeping eyes, and loud outcries,
Yet knows not how to kill.
In places under ground:
Some rashly leap into the deep,
To ’scape by being drown’d:
Some to the rocks (O senseless blocks!)
And woody mountains run,
That there they might this fearful sight,
And dreaded presence shun.
Fall on us and us hide
From judge’s ire, more hot than fire,
For who may it abide?
No hiding place can from his face,
Sinners at all conceal,
Whose flaming eye hid things doth spy,
And darkest things reveal.
Then were brought in, and charg’d with sin.
Another company,
Who by petition obtain’d permission,
To make apology:
They argued, “We were misled,
As is well known to thee,
By their example, that had more ample
Abilities than we:
And hate each wicked way:
Whose seeming grace whilst we did trace,
Our souls were led astray.
When men of parts, learning and arts.
Professing piety,
Did thus and thus, it seem’d to us
We might take liberty.
And light to see your way,
Which had you lov’d, and well improv’d,
You had not gone astray.
My word was pure, the rule was sure,
Why did you it forsake,
Or thereon trample, and men’s example,
Your directory make?
And that most men are liars,
In word professing holiness,
In deed thereof deniers.
O simple fools! that having rules
Your lives to regulate,
Would them refuse, and rather choose
Vile men to imitate.”
And did more wickedly,
By means of those whom thou hast chose
Salvation heirs to be.”
To whom the judge; “what you allege,
Doth nothing help the case;
But makes appear how vile you were,
And rendereth you more base.
Was to be followed,
And that you ought that which was naught
To have relinquished.
Contrary ways, it was your guise,
Only to imitate
Good men’s defects, and their neglects
That were regenerate.
Or imitate their grace,
You little car’d, nor once prepar’d
Your hearts to seek my face.
They did repent, and truly rent
Their hearts for all known sin:
You did offend, but not amend,
To follow them therein.”
But wiser men than we
Could never yet interpret it,
But always disagree.
How could we fools be led by rules,
So far beyond our ken,
Which to explain did so much pain,
And puzzle wisest men.”
The judge then answered:
“It did contain much truth so plain,
You might have run and read.
But what was hard you never car’d
To know nor studied.
And things that were most plain and clear
You never practised.
God unto babes reveals;
When to the wise he it denies,
And from the world conceals.
If to fulfil God’s holy will
Had seemed good to you
You would have sought light as you ought,
And done the good you knew.”
Then at the bar arraigned are
An impudenter sort,
Who to evade the guilt that’s laid
Upon them thus retort;
“How could we cease thus to transgress?
How could we hell avoid,
Whom God’s decree shut out from thee,
And sign’d to be destroy’d?
By law unalterable,
Repentance true, obedience new,
To save such are unable:
Sorrow for sin, no good can win,
To such as are rejected:
Nor can they grieve, nor yet believe,
That never were elected.
Or holiness obtain?
Who can convert or change his heart,
If God withhold the same?
Had we applied ourselves and tried
As much as who did most
God’s love to gain, our busy pain
And labor had been lost.
“I damn you not because
You are rejected or not elected,
But you have broke my laws:
It is but vain your wits to strain
The end and means to sever:
Men fondly seek to part or break
What God hath link’d together.
The means of life to use:
Whom he ’ll pass by, shall choose to die,
And ways of life refuse.
He that foresees, and foredecrees,
In wisdom order’d has,
That man’s free will electing ill,
Shall bring his will to pass.
So doth it none compel
Against their will to good or ill,
It forceth none to hell.
They have their wish whose souls perish
With torments in hell fire,
Who rather chose their souls to lose,
Than leave a loose desire.
Then to the bar, all they drew near
Who died in infancy,
And never had or good or bad
Effected personally,
But from the womb unto the tomb
Were straightway carried,
(Or at the last ere they transgress’d)
Who thus began to plead:
Or disobedience,
We here did stand at thy left hand,
Just were the recompense:
But Adam’s guilt our souls hath spilt,
His fault is charged on us;
And that alone hath overthrown,
And utterly undone us.
Whose fruit was interdicted:
Yet on us all of his sad fall,
The punishment ’s inflicted.
How could we sin that had not been,
Or how is his sin our
Without consent, which to prevent,
We never had a power?
Depraved and forlorn?
Why so defil’d, and made so vild
Whilst we were yet unborn?
If it be just and needs we must
Transgressors reckon’d be,
Thy mercy, Lord, to us afford,
Which sinners hath set free.
And sav’d from his trespass,
Whose sinful fall hath split us all,
And brought us to this pass.
Canst thou deny us once to try,
Or grace to us to tender,
When he finds grace before thy face,
That was the chief offender?”
“God doth such doom forbid,
That men should die eternally
For what they never did.
But what you call old Adam’s fall,
And only his trespass,
You call amiss to call it his,
Both his and yours it was.
To be a public head,
A common root, whence all should shoot,
And stood in all their stead.
He stood and fell, did ill or well,
Not for himself alone,
But for you all, who now his fall
And trespass would disown.
Had been established
In God’s true love never to move,
Nor once awry to tread:
Then all his race, my Father’s grace,
Should have enjoy’d for ever,
And wicked sprites by subtle sleights
Could then have harmed never.
Through Adam so much good,
And had been your for evermore,
If he at first had stood?
Would you have said, ‘we ne’er obey’d,
Nor did thy laws regard;
It ill befits with benefits,
Us, Lord, so to reward.’
You could have been content,
You may with reason share in his treason,
And in the punishment.
Hence you were born in state forlorn,
With nature so deprav’d:
Death was your due, because that you
Had thus yourselves behav’d.
Whom God did so betrust,
We to our cost would ne’er have lost
All for a paltry lust.’
Had you been made in Adam’s stead,
You would like things have wrought,
And so into the selfsame wo,
Yourselves and yours have brought.
Or grace to you to tender,
Though he finds grace before my face,
Who was the chief offender:
Else should my grace cease to be grace;
For it should not be free,
If to release whom I should please,
I have no liberty.
I frankly shall bestow,
And on the rest shall not think best,
Compassion’s skirts to throw,
Whom injure I? will you envy,
And grudge at others’ weal?
Or me accuse, who do refuse
Yourselves to help and heal.
No master or no Lord?
O if I am, how can you claim
What I to some afford?
Will you demand grace at my hand,
And challenge what is mine?
Will you teach me whom to set free,
And thus my grace confine?
As sinners may expect,
Such you shall have; for I do save
None but my own elect.
Yet to compare your sin with their
Who liv’d a longer time,
I do confess yours is much less,
Though every sin’s a crime.
You may not hope to dwell
But unto you I shall allow
The easiest room in hell.”
The glorious king thus answering,
They cease, and plead no longer:
Their consciences must needs confess
His reasons are the stronger.
Doth answer and confute.
Until that all, both great and small,
Are silenced and mute.
Vain hopes are crop’d, all mouths are stop’d,
Sinners have nought to say,
But that ’tis just, and equal most
They should be damn’d for aye.
And everlasting smart,
Christ should condemn the sons of men,
Which is their just desert;
Oh rueful plights of sinful wights!
Oh wretches all forlorn:
’T had happy been they ne’er had seen
The sun, or not been born.
The saints behold with courage bold,
And thankful wonderment,
To see all those that were their foes
Thus sent to punishment:
Then do they sing unto their king
A song of endless praise:
They praise his name and do proclaim
That just are all his ways.
To heaven they all ascend,
Him there to praise with sweetest lays,
And hymns that never end.
Where with long rest they shall be blest,
And nought shall them annoy:
Where they shall see as seen they be,
And whom they love enjoy.