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Слушать(AI)Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
Worthy art Thou,
O Lord, of praise,
But ah!
It's not in me.
My sinking heart I pray Thee raise So shall I give it Thee.
My life as spider's webb's cut off,
Thus fainting have I said,
And living man no more shall see But be in silence laid.
My feeble spirit Thou didst revive,
My doubting Thou didst chide,
And though as dead mad'st me alive,
I here a while might 'bide.
Why should I live but to Thy praise?
My life is hid with Thee.
O Lord, no longer be my days Than I may fruitful be.
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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