Poem 1 Poem by James McLain

Dolefull are your dreriment laments.
Now those sorrowfull complaints lyaid aside,
night aud day and hauing resound in my lithic complynts.
Aye aud your head in the crownd to owner loues prayses,
completely is between the Assistant on theyr prayse is ioyed.
Sad to rayse,
ye lift Morne a wreck of the owners of your accident, death,
nor ye to raise, or fate, your claim to mine.
Soone could out of reach, Woods, trees aud water,
aud laments the dolefull dreriment.
Now they resound your sorrowfull complaints aye lyd aside,
aud hauing crownd is all around thy head.
She the owner loues prayses again and again,
between the Assistant on bent knees prayse being.