Poem by Anne Bradstreet

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My thankfull heart with glorying Tongue
Shall celebrate thy Name,
Who hath restor'd, redeem'd, recur'd
From sicknes, death, and Pain.
I cry'd thov seem'st to make some stay,
I sovght more earnestly;
And in due time thou succóur'st me,
And sent'st me help from High.
Lord, whilst my fleeting time shall last,
Thy Goodnes let me Tell.
And new Experience I haue gain'd,
My future Doubts repell.
An humble, faitefull life, O Lord,
For ever let me walk;
Let my obedience testefye,
My Praise lyes not in Talk.
Accept, O Lord, my simple mite,
For more I cannot giue;
What thou bestow'st I shall restore,
For of thine Almes I liue.

1. In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband’s Safe Arrival
2. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented
3. For the Restoration of My Dear Husband from a Burning Ague, June, 1661
4. In Reference to Her Children, 23 June 1659
5. In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen Elizabeth

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