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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.



Anne Bradstreet


Anne Bradstreet's other poems:
  1. In Reference to Her Children, 23 June 1659
  2. To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented
  3. The Four Ages of Man
  4. Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
  5. Upon Some Distemper of Body


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