Poem by Anne Bradstreet

For the Restoration of My Dear Husband from a Burning Ague, June, 1661

When feares and sorrowes me besett,
Then did'st thou rid me out;
When heart did faint and spirits quail,
Thou comforts me about.
Thou rais'st him vp I feard to loose,
Regau'st me him again:
Distempers thou didst chase away;
With strenght didst him sustain.
My thankfull heart, with Pen record
The Goodnes of thy God;
Let thy obedience testefye
He taught thee by his rod.
And with his staffe did thee support,
That thou by both may'st learn;
And 'twixt the good and evill way,
At last, thou mig'st discern.
Praises to him who hath not left
My Soul as destitute;
Nor turnd his ear away from me,
But graunted hath my Suit.

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

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