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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th, 1666</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In silent night when rest I took,<br>For sorrow near I did not look,<br>I waken'd was with thundring nois<br>And Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice.<br>That fearfull sound of fire and fire,<br>Let no man know is my Desire.<br>I, starting up, the light did spye,<br>And to my God my heart did cry<br>To strengthen me in my Distresse<br>And not to leave me succourlesse.<br>Then coming out beheld a space,<br>The flame consume my dwelling place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, when I could no longer look,<br>I blest his Name that gave and took,<br>That layd my goods now in the dust:<br>Yea so it was, and so 'twas just.<br>It was his own: it was not mine;<br>Far be it that I should repine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He might of All justly bereft,<br>But yet sufficient for us left.<br>When by the Ruines oft I past,<br>My sorrowing eyes aside did cast,<br>And here and there the places spye<br>Where oft I sate, and long did lye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest;<br>There lay that store I counted best:<br>My pleasant things in ashes lye,<br>And them behold no more shall I.<br>Under thy roof no guest shall sitt,<br>Nor at thy Table eat a bitt.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No pleasant tale shall 'ere be told,<br>Nor things recounted done of old.<br>No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee,<br>Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee.<br>In silence ever shalt thou lye;<br>Adieu, Adeiu; All's vanity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then streight I gin my heart to chide,<br>And didst thy wealth on earth abide?<br>Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust,<br>The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?<br>Raise up thy thoughts above the skye<br>That dunghill mists away may flie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou hast an house on high erect<br>Fram'd by that mighty Architect,<br>With glory richly furnished,<br>Stands permanent tho' this bee fled.<br>It's purchased, and paid for too<br>By him who hath enough to doe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Prise so vast as is unknown,<br>Yet, by his Gift, is made thine own.<br>Ther's wealth enough, I need no more;<br>Farewell my Pelf, farewell my Store.<br>The world no longer let me Love,<br>My hope and Treasure lyes Above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bradstreet">Anne Bradstreet</a><div class=q>
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