The works of Anne Bradstreet in prose and verse Edited by John Harvard Ellis |
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In my Solitary houres in my dear husband his Absence.
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In my Solitary houres in my dear husband his Absence.
O Lord, thov hear'st my dayly moan,
And see'st my dropping teares:
My Troubles All are Thee before,
My Longings and my feares.
And see'st my dropping teares:
My Troubles All are Thee before,
My Longings and my feares.
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Thou hetherto hast been my God;
Thy help my soul hath fovnd:
Tho: losse and sicknes me assail'd,
Thro: the I've kept my Grovnd.
Thy help my soul hath fovnd:
Tho: losse and sicknes me assail'd,
Thro: the I've kept my Grovnd.
And thy Abode tho'st made with me;
With Thee my Soul can talk
In secrett places, Thee I find,
Where I doe kneel or walk.
With Thee my Soul can talk
In secrett places, Thee I find,
Where I doe kneel or walk.
Tho: husband dear bee from me gone,
Whom I doe loue so well;
I haue a more beloued one
Whofe comforts far excell.
Whom I doe loue so well;
I haue a more beloued one
Whofe comforts far excell.
O stay my heart on thee, my God,
Vphold my fainting Soul!
And, when I know not what to doe,
I'll on thy mercyes roll.
Vphold my fainting Soul!
And, when I know not what to doe,
I'll on thy mercyes roll.
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My weaknes, thou do'st know full well,
Of Body and of mind.
I, in this world, no comfort haue,
But what from Thee I find.
Of Body and of mind.
I, in this world, no comfort haue,
But what from Thee I find.
Tho: children thou hast given me,
And freinds I haue also:
Yet, if I see Thee not thro: them,
They are no Joy, but woe.
And freinds I haue also:
Yet, if I see Thee not thro: them,
They are no Joy, but woe.
O shine vpon me, blessed Lord,
Ev'n for my Saviour's sake;
In Thee Alone is more then All,
And there content I'll take.
Ev'n for my Saviour's sake;
In Thee Alone is more then All,
And there content I'll take.
O hear me, Lord, in this Reqvest,
As thov before ha'st done:
Bring back my husband, I beseech,
As thov didst once my Sonne.
As thov before ha'st done:
Bring back my husband, I beseech,
As thov didst once my Sonne.
So shall I celebrate thy Praise,
Ev'n while my Dayes shall last;
And talk to my Beloued one
Of all thy Goodnes past.
Ev'n while my Dayes shall last;
And talk to my Beloued one
Of all thy Goodnes past.
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So both of vs thy Kindnes, Lord,
With Praises shall recovnt,
And serve Thee better then before,
Whose Blessings thvs surmovnt.
With Praises shall recovnt,
And serve Thee better then before,
Whose Blessings thvs surmovnt.
But give me, Lord, a better heart,
Then better shall I bee,
To pay the vowes which I doe owe
For ever vnto Thee.
Then better shall I bee,
To pay the vowes which I doe owe
For ever vnto Thee.
Vnlesse thou help, what can I doe
But still my frailty show?
If thov assist me, Lord, I shall
Return Thee what I owe.
But still my frailty show?
If thov assist me, Lord, I shall
Return Thee what I owe.
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