Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит)

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1

By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease and Rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.

2

I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
With tears I sought him earnestly.
He bow’d his ear down from Above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.

3

My hungry Soul he fill’d with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.

4

What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I’ll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity. 

1. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented
2. For Deliverance from a Feaver
3. For the Restoration of My Dear Husband from a Burning Ague, June, 1661
4. As Spring the Winter Doth Succeed
5. In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband His Absence

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