4o6 Anne BradJireeVs Works.
More fool then I to look on that was lent,
As if mine own, when thus impermanent.
Farewel dear child, thou ne're Ihall come to me,
But yet a while, and I fhall go to thee;
Mean time my throbbing heart's chear'd up with this
Thou with thy Saviour art in endlefs blifs.
��On my dem' Grmid-child Simon Bradflreet,* [^5°] Who dyed on i6. Novemb. 1669. being but a nioneth., and one day old.
"IV TO fooner come, but gone, and fal'n afleep,
^ ^ Acquaintance fhort, yet parting caus'd us weep,
Three flours, two fcarcely blown, the laft 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 difpute,
With humble hearts and mouths put in the duft.
Let's fay he's merciful as well as jufl;.
He will return, and make up all our lofles,
And fmile again, after our bitter crolfes.
Go pretty babe, go reft with Sifl;ers twain
Among the blefl; in endlefs joyes remain.
A, B.
- The fourth child of her eldest son, Samuel.
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