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In Memory Of My Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, Who Deceased June 20, 1699, Being Three Years And Seven Months Old

By Anne Bradstreet

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With troubled heart and trembling hand I write.     The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight.     How oft with dissappointment have I met     When I on fading things my hopes have set.     Experience might fore this have made me wise     To value things according to their price.     Was ever stable joy yet found below?     Or perfect bliss without mixture of woe?     I knew she was but as a withering flower,     Thats here today, perhaps gone in an hour;     Like as a bubble, or the brittle glass,     Or like a shadow turning, as it was.     More fool, then, I to look on that was lent     As if mine own, when thus impermanent.     Farewell, dear child; thou neer shalt come to me,     But yet a while and I shall go to thee.     Meantime my throbbing hearts cheered up with this     Thou with thy Savior art in endless bliss.

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About Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612–1672) was the first published poet of English America. Her collection "The Tenth Muse" (1650) explores domestic life, faith, and the New World experience, and she is considered the founding mother of American poetry.

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