In the Author's Works

Let Paracelsius and Van-Helmont's name,

No more ride triumph on the wings of fame.

Lo, here's a Chymist whose diviner skill

Does hallowed, from unhallowed things distil.

Spiritualizes Sea affairs, again,

Makes the rude ground turn tutor to men.

Shows Mariners as by a Compass how

They may to the Port of Glory row.

Teaches the Plowmen from their work to know

What duties to God and man they owe.

Rare artist! who when many tongues are mute

Makes things that are inanimate, confute

The ages' sins; by preaching to eyes,

Truths which in other modes their ears despise.

Prosper his pious labors, Lord! however

Do not forget to crown the laborer.

Sic raptim canit, DAN. CONDY.