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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Here Follows Some 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 waked was with thund'ring noise<br>And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.<br>That fearful sound of &quot;Fire!&quot; and &quot;Fire!&quot;<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 strengthen me in my distress<br>And not to leave me succorless.<br>Then, coming out, beheld a space<br>The flame consume my dwelling place.<br>And when I could no longer look,<br>I blest His name 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 sat 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 thy roof no guest shall sit,<br>Nor at thy table eat a bit.<br>No pleasant tale shall e'er be told,<br>Nor things recounted done of old.<br>No candle e'er shall shine in thee,<br>Nor bridegroom's voice e'er heard shall be.<br>In silence ever shall 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 mold'ring 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 an house on high erect,<br>Framed 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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For sorrow near I did not look
I waked was with thund'ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of &quot;Fire!&quot; and &quot;Fire!&quot;
Let no man know is my desire.
I, starting up, th..."></div>
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