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Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations

By night when others soundly slept,

And had at once both case and rest,

My waking eyes were open kept And so to lie I found it best.

I sought Him whom my soul did love,

With tears I sought Him earnestly;

He bowed His ear down from above.

In vain I did not seek or cry.

My hungry soul He filled with good,

He in His bottle put my tears,

My smarting wounds washed in His blood,

And banished thence my doubts and fears.

What to my Savior shall I give,

Who freely hath done this for me?

I'll serve Him here whilst I shall live And love Him to eternity.

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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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