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         Donaldson, James, fl. 1697-1713.
      
       
         
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             Elegie on the much to be lamented death of the Right Honourable, Alexander Lord Reath, one of his Majesties most honourable Privy Council, and Exchequer, &c. Departed this life, March 21 1698.
             Donaldson, James, fl. 1697-1713.
          
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           Melville, Alexander Melville, -- Lord Raith, d. 1698 -- Death and burial -- Poetry.
           Elegiac poetry, English -- Scotland -- 17th century.
           Broadsides -- Scotland -- 17th century.
        
      
    
     
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           ELEGIE
           On
           the
           Much
           to
           be
           Lamented
           Death
           of
           the
           Right
           Honourable
           ,
           ALEXANDER
           Lord
           REATH
           ,
           One
           of
           His
           Majesties
           Most
           Honourable
           Privy
           Council
           ,
           and
           Exchequer
           ,
           
             &c.
             
             Departed
             this
             Life
          
           ,
           March
           21
           1698.
           
        
         
           
             IT
             seems
             the
             Heavens
             begins
             to
             frown
             ,
             the
             World
             draws
             near
             an
             end
          
           
             When
             Wisdom
             drops
             down
             to
             the
             Grave
             ,
             that
             did
             this
             Land
             defend
             ;
          
           
             Great
             A'banie
             ,
             go
             mourn
             a
             while
             ,
             my
             Quil
             is
             droping
             Tears
             ,
          
           
             Thou
             lost
             not
             such
             a
             Friend
             I
             trow
             ,
             no
             not
             this
             Hundred
             years
             ;
          
           
             Now
             Wisdom
             ,
             Charity
             and
             Love
             ,
             put
             on
             your
             ragged
             Gown
             ,
          
           
             There
             is
             a
             Jewel
             very
             rich
             ,
             this
             day
             ,
             fall'n
             from
             your
             Crown
             !
          
           
             The
             Voice
             of
             Poor
             ,
             like
             Echo
             cryes
             ,
             making
             a
             dolefull
             Sonnet
             ,
          
           
             Until
             the
             Council
             find
             a
             Head
             ,
             that
             well
             can
             fill
             his
             Bonnet
             .
          
           
             His
             Wisdom
             lay
             in
             Silence
             long
             ,
             until
             it
             got
             a
             Vent
             ,
          
           
             Like
             precious
             Oyntment
             gave
             a
             Smell
             ,
             the
             King
             than
             for
             him
             sent
             :
          
           
             And
             gave
             him
             places
             Honourable
             ,
             he
             did
             Deserve
             them
             All
             ,
          
           
             In
             future
             Ages
             for
             to
             come
             ,
             will
             be
             Chrononical
             .
          
           
             Dame
             Nature
             has
             been
             very
             bold
             ,
             that
             Fram'd
             him
             at
             first
             ,
          
           
             The
             Motto
             of
             his
             Emblem
             was
             ,
             GOD
             sayes
             ,
             
               Be
               Good
               and
               Just
            
             ;
          
           
             And
             when
             he
             came
             into
             the
             World
             he
             was
             endu'd
             with
             Grace
             ,
          
           
             Than
             Reason
             did
             take
             hold
             thereon
             ,
             and
             sat
             in
             Natures
             place
             :
          
           
             Vertue
             sent
             him
             to
             her
             Garden
             ,
             to
             see
             what
             Flower
             he
             would
             pull
             ,
          
           
             There
             he
             puld
             Grace
             ,
             like
             Aarons
             Rod
             ,
             that
             buded
             ever
             still
             :
          
           
             Then
             Vertue
             fell
             in
             Love
             with
             him
             ,
             '
             cause
             he
             had
             chosen
             the
             best
             ,
          
           
             She
             sayes
             to
             Honour
             ,
             follow
             him
             ,
             he
             is
             my
             Real
             Guest
             .
          
           
             When
             Vertue
             saw
             that
             Honour
             went
             ,
             and
             followed
             at
             his
             back
             ,
          
           
             Wisdom
             cryes
             aloud
             ,
             I
             will
             run
             with
             Truth
             ,
             to
             be
             his
             Cloak
             :
          
           
             And
             that
             will
             serve
             him
             all
             his
             Life
             ,
             what
             e're
             he
             can
             need
             ,
          
           
             But
             I
             'le
             defy
             the
             Universe
             to
             take
             from
             it
             one
             Threed
             :
          
           
             As
             Solomon
             did
             Wisdom
             choise
             ,
             for
             to
             obey
             GOD's
             Will
             ;
          
           
             So
             I
             resolv'd
             to
             follow
             him
             ,
             and
             will
             do
             ever
             still
             .
          
           
             The
             Ark
             was
             of
             a
             curious
             Bulk
             ,
             but
             was
             not
             very
             much
             .
          
           
             Yet
             it
             contain'd
             the
             World
             great
             ,
             yea
             and
             the
             Holy
             Church
             .
          
           
             King
             David
             was
             but
             a
             little
             Man
             ,
             Sober
             ,
             but
             not
             Machia
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             Wisdom
             found
             him
             out
             a
             way
             ,
             to
             kill
             the
             Great
             Golia
             .
          
           
             His
             Virtuous
             Person
             and
             its
             Worth
             ,
             before
             Others
             to
             discrive
             ,
          
           
             For
             Vertue
             ,
             Wisdom
             ,
             Parts
             ,
             and
             Grace
             ,
             there
             's
             few
             like
             him
             alive
             :
          
           
             His
             Wisdom
             like
             the
             Jordans
             Flood
             o'reflow'd
             ,
             refresht
             the
             Land
             ,
          
           
             His
             Council
             great
             as
             Oracles
             ,
             but
             none
             could
             it
             withstand
             .
          
           
             He
             spake
             in
             council
             like
             to
             Job
             ,
             with
             out
             all
             kind
             of
             fear
             ,
          
           
             Gray
             Hairs
             rose
             up
             ,
             and
             gave
             him
             praise
             ,
             his
             Wisdom
             did
             admire
             .
          
           
             His
             Worthie
             Noble
             Family
             ,
             even
             from
             their
             very
             Youth
             ,
          
           
             The
             whole
             Track
             of
             their
             Life
             has
             been
             to
             Suffer
             for
             the
             Truth
             :
          
           
             Till
             Phoebus
             rose
             with
             mighty
             heat
             ,
             in
             all
             his
             Radiant
             Beams
             ,
          
           
             They
             Sail'd
             the
             Goulf
             ,
             against
             the
             Tyde
             ,
             came
             to
             the
             Crystal
             Streams
             .
          
           
             Now
             thy
             Successour
             Leven
             Great
             ,
             he
             is
             a
             Man
             Belov'd
          
           
             In
             Council
             ,
             State
             ,
             and
             Mighty
             Warr
             ,
             the
             King
             has
             him
             approv'd
             ;
          
           
             He
             did
             behave
             himself
             so
             well
             abroad
             by
             Sea
             and
             Land
             ,
          
           
             Which
             made
             the
             King
             put
             him
             in
             Trust
             ,
             Hye
             Keeper
             of
             SCOTLAND
             .
          
           
             Though
             now
             L
             :
             Reath
             lyes
             in
             this
             Tomb
             ,
             according
             to
             GODS
             Will
             ,
          
           
             His
             Name
             and
             Fame
             continue
             shal
             in
             future
             Ages
             still
             .
          
           
             You
             Seraphims
             and
             Cherabims
             ,
             Salute
             him
             with
             a
             Bless
             ,
          
           
             He
             's
             gone
             from
             Earth
             to
             Heavens
             Glor
             ,
             that
             truely
             Honour'd
             was
             ,
          
           
             Ten
             Thousand
             Ages
             yet
             to
             come
             ,
             is
             but
             to
             him
             one
             day
             .
          
           
             That
             Beatiphick
             Vision
             great
             ,
             he
             will
             enjoy
             for
             aye
             .
          
           
             As
             One
             of
             the
             Saints
             ,
             all
             clade
             in
             White
             ,
             upon
             Mount
             Zion
             Hill
             ,
          
           
             Through
             Ages
             of
             Eternity
             the
             Lamb
             will
             follow
             still
             .
          
           
             Tho
             Friends
             should
             make
             the
             Rivers
             run
             with
             Tears
             that
             's
             shed
             below
             ,
          
           
             He
             will
             not
             rise
             for
             all
             their
             Cryes
             ,
             till
             the
             last
             Trumpet
             blow
             .
          
        
      
    
     
  

