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63. A Poem about my Son Samuel's Going to England
BY ANNE BRADSTREET (1657)
THOU mighty God of sea and land
I here resign into Thy hand
The son of prayers, of vows, of tears,
The child I looked for many years.
Thou heard'st me then and gave'st him me;
Hear me again; I gave him Thee.
He's mine, but more, O Lord, thine own,
For surely grace on him is shown.
No friend I have like Thee to trust,
For mortal helps are brittle dust.
I here resign into Thy hand
The son of prayers, of vows, of tears,
The child I looked for many years.
Thou heard'st me then and gave'st him me;
Hear me again; I gave him Thee.
He's mine, but more, O Lord, thine own,
For surely grace on him is shown.
No friend I have like Thee to trust,
For mortal helps are brittle dust.
Preserve, O Lord, from storm and wrack.
Protect him there and bring him back.
And if Thou shalt spare me a space,
That I again may see his face
Then shall I sing henceforth Thy praise
And bless Thee for it all my days.
Protect him there and bring him back.
And if Thou shalt spare me a space,
That I again may see his face
Then shall I sing henceforth Thy praise
And bless Thee for it all my days.
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