. 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.
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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.
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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.
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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
This poem is off the hoook, yo!!!!
this poem is awesome! im not the one to usually read poems, but when i read this, i was like, “wow this is cool!”
sup, it is sweet, dizzle
this is my favorite poem ever! my FAVORITE!!! i luv bradstreeet’s writing and i wish she were as famous as poets like cummings and e.a. poe! shes definately my favorite poet:)
cool poem.