Worcester daily spy., 1860-02-01
THE WOMEN OF THE MASSACHUSETTS BAY.
BY c. F. oRNl

BY C. F. oRNE.
1t was the women who bore them well out in the
Where Christ had gathered his little flock in days OF
drearinesse,
Snatching them out from the Prelates' power, and
the cruel Bishops hands,
! That his kingdom should spredde from this chosen
band over remotest lands.
With hunger and want he sifted them, till the faint
hearted fedde.
But the remnant bade each other take heart in all
their sorest dredde.
Now wait ye all with patience, We valiant of the
Lorde,
For We shall how it shall be according to His
Worde.
His hande o'er the has brought us with marvels
great and vast,
VIII he leave in the Wildrenesse to cruel death
at last?
He veth still who bread of ode to Christ His fol-
lowers gave,
And His hande is not shortened so that He cannot
save.
heayie strait,
And sweetly counselled the fainting ones upon the
Lorde to wait.
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tide had given way,
To bring them Fish and Mussels thence so did they
day by day,
For the gentle women gathered food, while the men
with wearie toyle
With hands and hoes were tearing up the hard and
bushy soyle.
They had gone one day to the Clam-bankes and
talking as they wrought,
They comforted each other with many q heavenlye
thoughte.
They told of Christ his providence and his wonder
working love,
And how his Church should be builded on a Rock
power might move
Quoth one my husbande hath travelled as far as
Plimouth town,
Nighe forty miles it is wis, that he ON foot hath
gonne;
piled,
But ere It's spent the Lorde for us assurodly will
provide.
Quoth the other, smiling brayely, as with fingers
slim and white,
She dug the Mussels from their beds and drew the
CLAIMS to light
Our last pecke of meae is a baking in the oven at
home to-day,
And our godly neighbours have quite spent all-and
Mack-Well-a-day?
We owe one Loafe of that littel we have,-yet God
is over all;
lie feeds the Ravens, and the Lions young, and
counts the Brides that fall.
They are His: and Ills the Cattel ON thousand
Hills that be,
And the Come in ten thousand valleys that groweth
full and free
Then outspake a thirde mother was she, a mother
in Israel,
Mye husband, she sayd, hath ventured himself
among the'sayages fell,
He can gette no corne by anie means that he in truth
may tIie,
bread to die.
Our honored GoYernour of his store hath given so
much alsoe
That in two three days will come an end and he
will hayeno moe
And yet, in soothe, I've cheerful heare, as 1 see
our children grow
Lusty and fat on fshy food, and from the Clam
bankes fed,
AS when they feasted in Englande and had their fill
of bread.
Our good Pastor tells us, and godly man is he,
That the Earth is the Lords and its fulness and the
fulness Of the Sea,
And He will not let us perish, bring our bodies
TO dust,
If we wait upon Him cheerfully, and in His good
nesse trust.
While thus these pious women good comforte
sought to win,
They lifted their eyes and two shippes come sail
ing lightly i'll.
And presentlie unto their cares this welcome newes
was bToughte,
That the shippes from ireland, and with
yictualls fully flaught
Praise to the Lorde, his Christ! they cried our souls
rejoicing see
How His little Arme He will Commssary be-
As Sutters for His Camp indeed He honoreth us of
Grace,
Nowe let us haste and telle at home what good
ncwes comes apace,
For truly we are persuaded with Faith that
nothing can quail,
He would rain lis down bread from Heaven before
His worke should fayle.