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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115398" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses upon the Burning of our House</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 thund'ring noise<br>And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.<br>That fearful sound of "fire" and "fire,"<br>Let no man know is my Desire.<br>I starting up, the light did spy,<br>And to my God my heart did cry<br>To straighten me in my Distress<br>And not to leave me succourless.<br>Then coming out, behold a space<br>The flame consume my dwelling place.<br>And when I could no longer look,<br>I blest his grace that gave and took,<br>That laid 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,<br>He might of all justly bereft<br>But yet sufficient for us left.<br>When by the Ruins oft I past<br>My sorrowing eyes aside did cast<br>And here and there the places spy<br>Where oft I sate and long did lie.<br>Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest,<br>There lay that store I counted best,<br>My pleasant things in ashes lie<br>And them behold no more shall I.<br>Under the roof no guest shall sit,<br>Nor at thy Table eat a bit.<br>No pleasant talk 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 lie.<br>Adieu, Adieu, All's Vanity.<br>Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide:<br>And did 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 sky<br>That dunghill mists away may fly.<br>Thou hast a house on high erect<br>Fram'd by that mighty Architect,<br>With glory richly furnished<br>Stands permanent, though this be fled.<br>It's purchased and paid for too<br>By him who hath enough to do.<br>A price so vast as is unknown,<br>Yet by his gift is made thine own.<br>There'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 lies 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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