1708 OF ABIGAIL, HIS WIFE by Cotton Mather şiElectronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R) DAK Upgraded Edition, Copyright 2000, DAK Industries 2000, Inc(R)şI {OF_ABIGAIL_HIS_WIFE Of Abigail, His Wife GO then, my Dove, but now no longer mine! Leave Earth and now in Heavenly Glory shine. Bright for thy wisdom, goodness, beauty here; Now brighter in a more Angelic Sphere. Jesus, with whom thy soul did long to be, Into his Ark and Arms has taken thee. Dear friends with whom thou didst so dearly live Feel thy one death to them a thousand give. Thy prayers are done; thy alms are spent; thy pains Are ended now in endless joys and gains. The torch that gave my house its pleasant light, Extinguished, leaves it in how dark a night! I faint 'till thy last words to mind I call, Rich words! Heav'n, Heav'n will make amends for all. THE END