Anne Bradstreet\u2019s Poems<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore the Birth of One of Her Children\u201d<\/p>\n
All things within this fading world hath end,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Adversity doth still our joyes attend;<\/p>\n
No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
But with death\u2019s parting blow is sure to meet.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
The sentence past is most irrevocable,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
A common thing, yet oh inevitable.<\/p>\n
How soon, my Dear, death may my steps attend,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
How soon\u2019t may be thy Lot to lose thy friend,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
We are both ignorant, yet love bids me\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
These farewell lines to recommend to thee,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
That when that knot\u2019s untied that made us one,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
I may seem thine, who in effect am none.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
And if I see not half my dayes that\u2019s due,<\/p>\n
What nature would, God grant to yours and you;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
The many faults that well you know I have\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Let be interr\u2019d in my oblivious grave;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
If any worth or virtue were in me,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Let that live freshly in thy memory\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
And when thou feel\u2019st no grief, as I no harms,\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Yet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms.<\/p>\n
And when thy loss shall be repaid with gains\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
Look to my little babes, my dear remains.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
And if thou love thyself, or loved\u2019st me,<\/p>\n
These o protect from step Dames injury.<\/p>\n
And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse,<\/p>\n
With some sad sighs honour my absent Herse;\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
And kiss this paper for thy loves dear sake,<\/p>\n
Who with salt tears this last Farewel did take.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo My Dear and Loving Husband\u201d<\/p>\n
If ever two were one, then surely we.<\/p>\n
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.<\/p>\n
If ever wife was happy in a man,<\/p>\n
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.<\/p>\n
I\u00a0prize\u00a0thy love more than whole mines of gold,<\/p>\n
Or all the riches that\u00a0the East\u00a0doth hold.<\/p>\n
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,<\/p>\n
Nor\u00a0ought\u00a0but love from thee give\u00a0recompense.<\/p>\n
Thy love is such I can no way repay;<\/p>\n
The heavens reward thee\u00a0manifold, I pray.<\/p>\n
Then while we live, in love let\u2019s so\u00a0persever,<\/p>\n
That when we live no more, we may live ever.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere Follows Some Verses Upon the Burning
of Our house, July 10th. 1666. Copied Out of
a Loose Paper.\u201d<\/p>\n
In silent night when rest I took,<\/p>\n
For sorrow near I did not look,<\/p>\n
I wakened was with thund\u2019ring noise<\/p>\n
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.<\/p>\n
That fearful sound of \u201cfire\u201d and \u201cfire,\u201d<\/p>\n
Let no man know is my Desire.<\/p>\n
I, starting up, the light did spy,<\/p>\n
And to my God my heart did cry<\/p>\n
To straighten me in my Distress<\/p>\n
And not to leave me succourless.<\/p>\n
Then, coming out, behold a space<\/p>\n
The flame consume my dwelling place.<\/p>\n
And when I could no longer look,<\/p>\n
I blest His name that gave and took,<\/p>\n
That laid my goods now in the dust.<\/p>\n
Yea, so it was, and so \u2018twas just.<\/p>\n
It was his own, it was not mine,<\/p>\n
Far be it that I should repine;<\/p>\n
He might of all justly bereft<\/p>\n
But yet sufficient for us left.<\/p>\n
When by the ruins oft I past<\/p>\n
My sorrowing eyes aside did cast<\/p>\n
And here and there the places spy<\/p>\n
Where oft I sate and long did lie.<\/p>\n
Here stood that trunk, and there that chest,<\/p>\n
There lay that store I counted best.<\/p>\n
My pleasant things in ashes lie<\/p>\n
And them behold no more shall I.<\/p>\n
Under thy roof no guest shall sit,<\/p>\n
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.<\/p>\n
No pleasant talk shall \u2018ere be told<\/p>\n
Nor things recounted done of old.<\/p>\n
No Candle e’er shall shine in Thee,<\/p>\n
Nor bridegroom\u2018s voice e’er heard shall be.<\/p>\n
In silence ever shalt thou lie,<\/p>\n
Adieu, Adieu, all\u2019s vanity.<\/p>\n
Then straight I \u2018gin my heart to chide,<\/p>\n
And did thy wealth on earth abide?<\/p>\n
Didst fix thy hope on mould’ring dust?<\/p>\n
The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?<\/p>\n
Raise up thy thoughts above the sky<\/p>\n
That dunghill mists away may fly.<\/p>\n
Thou hast a house on high erect<\/p>\n
Frameed by that mighty Architect,<\/p>\n
With glory richly furnished,<\/p>\n
Stands permanent though this be fled.<\/p>\n
It\u2018s purchased and paid for too<\/p>\n
By Him who hath enough to do.<\/p>\n
A price so vast as is unknown,<\/p>\n
Yet by His gift is made thine own;<\/p>\n
There\u2018s wealth enough, I need no more,<\/p>\n
Farewell, my pelf, farewell, my store.<\/p>\n
The world no longer let me love,<\/p>\n
My hope and treasure lies above.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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