Verses Upon the
Burning of Our House
In silent night when rest
For sorrow near I did not look,
I wakened was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
fearful sound of "fire" and "fire,"
Let no man know is my Desire.
I starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God
my heart did cry
To straighten me in my Distress
And not to leave me succourless.
Then coming out, behold a space
flame consume my dwelling place.
And when I could no longer look,
I blest his grace that gave and took,
my goods now in the dust.
Yea, so it was, and so 'twas just.
It was his own; it was not mine.
Far be it that I should
He might of all justly bereft
But yet sufficient for us left.
When by the Ruins oft I past
eyes aside did cast
And here and there the places spy
Where oft I sate and long did lie.
Here stood that Trunk, and
there that chest,
There lay that store I counted best,
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall
Under the roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall e're be told
recounted done of old.
No Candle e're shall shine in Thee,
Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee.
ever shalt thou lie.
Adieu, Adieu, All's Vanity.
Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide:
And did thy wealth on earth
Didst fix thy hope on mould'ring dust,
The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
Raise up thy thoughts above
That dunghill mists away may fly.
Thou hast a house on high erect
Framed by that mighty Architect,
glory richly furnished
Stands permanent, though this be fled.
It's purchased and paid for too
By him who hath enough
A price so vast as is unknown,
Yet by his gift is made thine own.
There's wealth enough; I need no more.
my pelf; farewell, my store.
The world no longer let me love;
My hope and Treasure lies above.
TO MY DEAR AND LOVING
Anne Bradstreet (c.1612-1672)
F ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompetence.
Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever.