English poem
Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations
by Anne Bradstreet (1612–1672)
By night when others soundly slept, And had at once both case and rest, My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best. I sought Him whom my soul did love, With tears I sought Him earnestly; He bowed His ear down from above. In vain I did not seek or cry. My hungry soul He filled with good, He in His bottle put my tears, My smarting wounds washed in His blood, And banished thence my doubts and fears. What to my Savior shall I give, Who freely hath done this for me? I'll serve Him here whilst I shall live And love Him to eternity.
More by Anne Bradstreet
- Davids Lamentation For Saul And Jonathan.
- Deliverance From A Fit Of Fainting
- Deliverance From Another Sore Fit
- Epitaphs
- I cannot wonder at Apollo now
- In honour Of Du Bartas, 1641.
- In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen ELIZABETH
- In Memory Of My Dear Grand-Child Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, 1665, Being A Year And Half Old.