In Memory of my
Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet, who deceased June 20, 1669, being Three Years
and Seven Months Old
The Works of Anne
Bradstreet in Prose and Verse. Edited by John Harvard Ellis. (Charlestown: A.
E. Cutter, 1867)
2003. This text is freely available provided the text is distributed with the
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In memory of my
dear grand-child Anne Bradstreet. Who deceased June
20. 1669. being three years and seven Moneths
old. WIth troubled heart & trembling hand I
The Heavens have chang'd to sorrow my delight.
How oft with disappointment have I met,
When I on fading things my hopes have set?
Experience might 'fore this have made me wise,5.
To value things according to their price:
Was ever stable joy yet found below?
Or perfect bliss without mixture of woe.
I knew she was but as a withering flour,
That's here to day, perhaps gone in an hour;10.
Like as a bubble, or the brittle glass,
Or like a shadow turning as it was.
More fool then I to look on that was lent,
As if mine own, when thus impermanent.
Farewel dear child, thou ne're shall come to me,15.
But yet a while, and I shall go to thee;
Mean time my throbbing heart's chear'd up with this
Thou with thy Savior art in endless bliss.