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Anne Bradstreet - In Memory of my Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, who deceased June 20, 1669, being Three Years and S
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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,
That`s 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 ne`er shalt come to me,
But yet a while and I shall go to thee.
Meantime my throbbing heart`s cheered up with this—
Thou with thy Savior art in endless bliss.
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