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