In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absence An Electronic Edition Anne Bradstreet1612-1672 Header creation by Ralph Bauer Encoded by Ann Hanlon 5 kb bradstreet_inmysolitary.xmlMaryland Institute for Technology in the Humanities (MITH)
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 The Works of Anne Bradstreet in Prose and Verse. Edited by John Harvard Ellis. (Charlestown: A. E. Cutter, 1867)

This text was first published in 1650 in The Tenth Muse lately sprung up in America.

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 English Poetry 1650-1700 New_England LyricalVerseReligion In my Solitary houres in my dear husband his Absence. O LORD, thou hear'st my dayly moan, And see'st my dropping teares: My Troubles All are Thee before, My Longings and my feares. Thou hetherto hast been my God; Thy help my soul hath found: Tho: losse and sicknes me assail'd, Thro: the I've kept my Ground. And thy Abode tho'ft made with me; With Thee my Soul can talk In secrett places, Thee I find, Where I doe kneel or walk. Tho: husband dear bee from me gone, Whom I doe love so well; I have a more beloved one Whose comforts far excell. O stay my heart on thee, my God, Uphold my fainting Soul! And, when I know not what to doe, I'll on thy mercyes roll. My weaknes, thou do'st know full well, Of Body and of mind. I, in this world, no comfort have, But what from Thee I find. Tho: children thou hast given me, And freinds I have also: Yet, if I see Thee not thro: them, They are no Joy, but woe. O shine upon me, blessed Lord, Ev'n for my Saviour's sake; In Thee Alone is more then All, And there content I'll take. O hear me, Lord, in this Request, As thou before ha'st done: Bring back my husband, I beseech, As thou didst once my Sonne. So shall I celebrate thy Praise, Ev'n while my Dayes shall last; And talk to my Beloved one Of all thy Goodness past. So both of us thy Kindness, Lord, With Praises shall recount, And serve Thee better then before, Whose Blessings thus surmount. But give me, Lord, a better heart, Then better shall I bee, To pay the vowes which I doe owe For ever unto Thee. Unlesse thou help, what can I doe But still my frailty show? If thou assist me, Lord, I shall Return Thee what I owe.