| Upon the Drying Up That Ancient River, the River Merrimak |
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| To the Rev'd Mr. Jno. Sparhawk on the Birth of his Son |
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| This Morning Tom Child, the Painter, Died |
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| To Be Engraven on a Dial |
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| Upon the Springs Issuing out from the Foot of Plimouth Beach |
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| Once more, Our God, vouchsafe to shine! |
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