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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To the memory of my dear Daughter in Law, Mrs. Mercy Bradstreet, who deceased Sept. 6. 1669. in the</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">And live I still to see Relations gone,<br>And yet survive to sound this wailing tone;<br>Ah, woe is me, to write thy Funeral Song,<br>Who might in reason yet have lived long,<br>I saw the branches lopt the Tree now fall,<br>I stood so nigh, it crusht me down withal;<br>My bruised heart lies sobbing at the Root,<br>That thou dear Son hath lost both Tree and fruit:<br>Thou then on Seas sailing to forreign Coast;<br>Was ignorant what riches thou hadst lost.<br>But ah too soon those heavy tydings fly,<br>To strike thee with amazing misery;<br>Oh how I simpathize with thy sad heart,<br>And in thy griefs still bear a second part:<br>I lost a daughter dear, but thou a wife,<br>Who lov'd thee more (it seem'd) then her own life.<br>Thou being gone, she longer could not be,<br>Because her Soul she'd sent along with thee.<br>One week she only past in pain and woe,<br>And then her sorrows all at once did go;<br>A Babe she left before, she soar'd above,<br>The fifth and last pledg of her dying love,<br>E're nature would, it hither did arrive,<br>No wonder it no longer did survive.<br>So with her Children four, she's now a rest,<br>All freed from grief (I trust) among the blest;<br>She one hath left, a joy to thee and me,<br>The Heavens vouchsafe she may so ever be.<br>Chear up, (dear Son) thy fainting bleeding heart,<br>In him alone, that caused all this smart;<br>What though thy strokes full sad & grievous be,<br>He knows it is the best for thee and me.</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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Who might in reason yet have lived long,
I saw the branches lopt the Tree now fall,
I stood so nigh, it crusht me down wi..."></div>
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