Youth's comedy, or, The souls tryals and trivmph a dramatic poem, with divers meditations intermixt upon several subjects, set forth to help and encourage those that are seeking a heavenly countrey / by the author of Youth's tragedy.

The Souls contemplating upon the powerful work of Effectual Calling.

The Soul.

So.

WHy did the Patriarch Abram pass that Flood, Upon whose Banks, proud Babel sometimes stood? Why did he leave his own dear Native Soil, To seek a forraign, unknown Land, with toil? Why left he Fathers House and Kindred dear? The God of Glory did to him appear. He that by pow'rful Word, to Darkness said, Let there be Light, and strait way gloomy shade Flies from his Face, and radiant Beams appear. Filling with Brightness all the Hemisphere. This God was he, that by his pow'rful Call Wrought Faith to follow, foll'ing to leave all: And by unsought for Grace did set him free, From those, that to dumb Idols bow'd the Knee

It's from this Grace, my Soul, and this command Thou now art trav'ling to the Holy Land. Those Beams that darted from his Face are such, As on thy Heart hath left a pow'rful touch; That as the trembling Needle seeks the Pole, So follows after him my restless Soul. What can redeemed Souls to God return? Lebanons Cedars are too few to burn: And all the Beasts that on it ever came, Too mean, to cast into the hallow'd flame: What is thine own, is all that we can bring, Through Grace accept it, whil'st thy praise I sing.