Michael Wigglesworth Poems
- The Day Of Doom Still was the night, Serene & Bright, when ...
- A Prayer Unto Christ O Dearest Dread, most glorious ...
- To The Christian Reader Reader, I am a fool; And have ...
- A Short Discourse On Eternity What Mortal man can with his ...
- Vanity Of Vanities A Song of Emptiness To Fill up the Empty ...
- A Postscript Unto The Reader And now good Reader, I return ...
WIGGLESWORTH, MICHAEL (1631—1705), American clergyman and poet, was born in England, probably in Yorkshire, on the 18th of October 1631. His father, Edward (d. 1653), persecuted for his Puritan faith, emigrated with his family to New England in 1638 and settled in New Haven. Michael studied for a time at a school kept by Ezekiel Cheever, and in 1651 graduated at Harvard, where he was a tutor (and ... more »
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The Day Of Doom
Still was the night, Serene & Bright,
when all Men sleeping lay;
Calm was the season, & carnal reason
thought so 'twould last for ay.
Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease,
much good thou hast in store:
This was their Song, their Cups among,
the Evening before.
Wallowing in all kind of sin,
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 closed their eyes; yea, and the wise
through sloth and frailty slumber'd.
For at ...