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Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th, 1666

In silent night when rest I took,
    For sorrow near I did not look,
    I waken'd was with thund'ring noise
    And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
    That fearful sound of "fire" and "fire,"
    Let no man know is my Desire.
    I starting up, the light did spy,
    And to my God my heart did cry
    To straighten me in my Distress
   And not to leave me succourless.
   Then coming out, behold a space
   The flame consume my dwelling place.
   And when I could no longer look,
   I blest his grace that gave and took,
   That laid my goods now in the dust.
   Yea, so it was, and so 'twas just.
   It was his own; it was not mine.
   Far be it that I should repine,
   He might of all justly bereft
   But yet sufficient for us left.
   When by the Ruins oft I past
   My sorrowing eyes aside did cast
   And here and there the places spy
   Where oft I sate and long did lie.
   Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest,
   There lay that store I counted best,
   My pleasant things in ashes lie
   And them behold no more shall I.
   Under the roof no guest shall sit,
   Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
   No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told
   Nor things recounted done of old.
   No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee,
   Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee.
   In silence ever shalt thou lie.
   Adieu, Adieu, All's Vanity.
   Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide:
   And did thy wealth on earth abide,
   Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust,
   The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
   Raise up thy thoughts above the sky
   That dunghill mists away may fly.
   Thou hast a house on high erect
   Fram'd by that mighty Architect,
   With glory richly furnished
   Stands permanent, though this be fled.
   It's purchased and paid for too
   By him who hath enough to do.
   A price so vast as is unknown,
   Yet by his gift is made thine own.
   There's wealth enough; I need no more.
   Farewell, my pelf; farewell, my store.
   The world no longer let me love;
   My hope and Treasure lies above.

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  • February 2, 2009
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    From guest Haden (contact)
    Bradstreet delineates perfectly the greed of materialistic possessions in contrast to the desire of after-life faith.


  • October 28, 2006
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    From guest Gem (contact)
    I think everyone should have the attitude of Anne Bradstreet, espescially when something so hard as haveing your house and all your possesions burned down happens.
    It shows her faith and the attitude Christ calls for.


  • November 18, 2004
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    anne bradtstreet was a puritian women, talking about her new life in the massachusetts bay colony and her house really did burn down. the poem reflects much of her puritian background-she refers to god a lot during the piece. and also talks about having to leave her old possetions behind, maybe talking metaphorically because her family moved away from England or maybe just because her house burned down all her possetions were gone.Also reminds me of the enlgihtenment, because people during that time were more concerned with the after life and heaven, then living on earth, maybe she wanted to die?


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  • September 23, 2001
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