Poems
09.09.2010 / 00.40 am
 
by Anne Bradstreet
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 4
By night when others soundly slept
And hath at once both ease 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 bow'd his ear down from Above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.

My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
He in his Bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.

What to my Saviour shall I give
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
And Loue him to Eternity.


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debra at 2008-09-04

hard to comprehend literary elements out of but christainy baed thoughts to GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

huneybunches at 2009-04-20

I think the poem does have to do with the Lord. and how she is trying to connect with him and praise him and lift up his name through praise. It's like she knows he who is mighty is looking over me while I sleep at night so nothing bad is gonna happen while the Lord watches over me.
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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1
 

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Rating: 4.00
Votes: 1
 

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Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1
 








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