Some Excerpts from Nicasius De Sille's Poetry

The following excerpts were taken from Raesly's Portrait of New Netherland. The poems were originally translated by H.C. Murphy in Anthology of New Netherland. Unfortunately at this time I do not possess copies of any of the poems in their entirety.
 

An excerpt from a poem about Nieuw Utrecht's first born child, who was also it's first mortality:

                        Here lies the first of Courtelyou from life withdrawn,-
                        The first child in the village of our Utrecht born;
                        Brought forth in innocence, snatched hence without a stain,
                        God gave it being here, a better life to gain.
 

Excerpt from "The Earth Speaks to its Cultivators":

                        How long, my worth, did creatures of all kinds eschew,-
                        The ant, the slimy snake, and th' uncouth savage crew.
                        Shut out from heaven's light by the umbrageous wood,
                        Did naught that I produced, e'er savor of the good.
                        Mother of all I was; but little did they care
                        If what I might bring forth did ever breathe the air.

                        I now am satisfied by th' honor of my name,
                        By grain and orchard fruit, by horses and by kine,
                        By plants and by a race of men, - all growth of mine.

                        Thanks be from me to you who thus my worth display;
                        Upon your bended knees God's blessing humbly pray.
                        You never harm shall know, if from the heart it spring;
                        For God will not let die, who faithful voices bring.
 

Excerpt from "Song in the Manner of the 116th Psalm":

                        His power with strength shall always us endow,
                        Our wants to meet, our cattle to increase,
                        Ourselves from savages and foes release;
                        For which to Him devoutly let us bow.

                        He comforts who in pain and sorrow are;
                        His pow'r is inexpressible and grand.
                        O God! stretch out to us Thy helping hand,
                        And keep Thy children in Thy tender care.
 

 
 

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