Anne Bradstreet (Анна Брэдстрит)
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May 13, 1657. As spring the winter doth succeed, And leaues the naked Trees doe dresse, The earth all black is cloth'd in green; At svn-shine each their joy expresse. My Svns returned with healing wings. My Soul and Body doth rejoice; My heart exvlts, and praises sings To him that heard my wailing Voice. My winters past, my stormes are gone, And former clowdes seem now all fled; But, if they mvst eclipse again, I'le rvn where I was succoured. I haue a shelter from the storm, A shadow from the fainting heat; I haue accesse vnto his Throne, Who is a God so wondrous great. O hast thou made my Pilgrimage Thvs pleasant, fair, and good; Bless'd me in Youth and elder Age, My Baca made a springing flood? I studiovs am what I shall doe, To show my Duty with delight; All I can giue is but thine own, And at the most a simple mite.
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