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On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet Who dyed on 16 Novemb 1669 being but a moneth and one d

No sooner come, but gone, and fal'n asleep,

Acquaintance short, yet parting caus'd us weep,

Three flours, two searcely blown, the last i'th' bud,

Cropt by th'Almighties hand; yet is he good,

With dreadful awe before him let's be mute,

Such was his will, but why, let's not dispute,

With humble hearts and mouths put in the dust,

Let's say he's merciful as well as just.

He will return, and make up all our losses,

And smile again, after our bitter crosses.

Go pretty babe, go rest with Sisters

Among the blest in endless joyes remain.

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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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