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My soul rejoice thou in thy God

My soul, rejoice thou in thy God,

Boast of him all the Day,

Walk in his Law, and kisse his Rod,

Cleaue close to him alway.

What tho: thy outward Man decay,

Thy inward shall waxe strong;

Thy body vile it shall bee chang'd,

And gloriovs made ere-long.

With Angels-wings thy Soul shall

To Blisse vnseen by Eye,

And drink at vnexhausted

Of Joy vnto Eternity.

Thy teares shall All bee dryed vp,

Thy Sorrowes all shall flye;

Thy Sinns shall ne'r bee summon'd vp,

Nor come in memory.

Then shall I know what thov hast

For me, vnworthy me,

And praise thee shall ev'n as I ovght,ffor wonders that I see.

Base World,

I trample on thy face,

Thy Glory I despise,

No gain I find in ovght below,

For God hath made me wise.

Come,

Jesvs, qvickly,

Blessed Lord,

Thy face when shall I see?

O let me covnt each hour a Day'Till I dissolved bee.

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Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet (née Dudley; March 20, 1612 – September 16, 1672) was the most prominent of early English poets of North America and first write…

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