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So both of vs thy Kindnes, Lord,

With Praises fhall recovnt,
And ferve Thee better then before,
Whofe Bleffings thvs furmovnt.

But give me, Lord, a better heart,
Then better fhall I bee,

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pay the vowes which I doe owe For ever vnto Thee.

Vnleffe thou help, what can I doe
But still my frailty show?

If thov affift me, Lord, I fhall
Return Thee what I owe.

In thankfull acknowledgment for the letters I received from my husband ovt of England.

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THOU that hear'ft the Prayers of Thine,

And 'mongst them haft regarded Mine,
Haft heard my cry's, and feen my Teares;
Haft known my doubts and All my ffeares.

Thov haft releiv'd my fainting heart,
Nor payd me after my defert;

Thov haft to shore him fafely brovght
For whom I thee fo oft befovght.

Thov waft the Pilott to the ship,
And raif'd him vp when he was fick;
And hope thov't given of good fucceffe,
In this his Buifnes and Addreffe;

And that thov wilt return him back,
Whofe prefence I fo much doe lack.
For All these mercyes I thee Praise,
And fo defire ev'n all my Dayes.

In thankfull Remembrance for my dear husbands fafe Arrivall Sept. 3, 1662.*

HAT fhall I render to thy Name,

WHAT

Or how thy Praises speak;

My thankes how fhall I teftefye?

O Lord, thov know'ft I'm weak.

I ow fo mvch, fo little can

Return vnto thy Name,

*"Sept. 3. Master Clark, in the ship 'Society,' brought in the country's messengers in safety; viz., Mr. Broadstreet and Mr. Norton.” HULL'S Diary; Arch. Amer. iii. 206.

Confufion feafes on my Soul,

And I am fill'd with fhame.

O thov that hearest Prayers, Lord,
To Thee fhall come all flesh;
Thou haft me heard and answered,
My 'Plaints haue had acceffe.

What did I ask for but thov gav'ft?
What could I more defire?

But Thankfullnes, even all my dayes,
I humbly this Require.

Thy mercyes, Lord, haue been fo great,
In nvmber nvmberles,
Impoffible for to recovnt
Or any way expreffe.

O help thy Saints that fovght thy fface,
T' Return vnto thee Praise,
And walk before thee as they ought,

In ftrict and vpright wayes.

This was the laft Thing written in that Book by my

dear and hon'd Mother.

Here followes fome verfes vpon the burning of our houfe, July 10th, 1666. Copyed ovt of a loose Paper.

N filent night when reft I took,

IN

For forrow neer I did not look,

I waken'd was with thundring nois
And Piteovs fhreiks of dreadfull voice.
That fearfull found of fire and fire,
Let no man know is my Defire.

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I, starting vp, the light did spye,
And to my God my heart did cry
To ftrengthen me in my Diftreffe
And not to leaue me fuccourleffe.
Then coming ovt beheld a space,
The flame confvme my dwelling place.

And, when I could no longer look,
I bleft his Name that gave and took,
That layd my goods now in the dvft:
Yea fo it was, and so 'twas jvft.
It was his own: it was not mine;
ffar be it that I fhould repine.

He might of All iuftly bereft,
But yet fufficient for us left.

When by the Ruines oft I past,
My forrowing eyes afide did caft,
And here and there the places fpye
Where oft I fate, and long did lye.

Here ftood that Trunk, and there that cheft;
There lay that store I covnted best:
My pleasant things in afhes lye,
And them behold no more fhall I.
Vnder thy roof no gveft fhall fitt,
Nor at thy Table eat a bitt.

No pleasant tale fhall 'ere be told,
Nor things recovnted done of old.
No Candle 'ere fhall fhine in Thee,

Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard fhall bee.
In filence ever fhalt thou lye;

Adeiu, Adeiu; All's vanity.

Then ftreight I 'gin my heart to chide,
And did thy wealth on earth abide?
Didft fix thy hope on mouldring dvft,
The arm of flesh didst make thy trvft?
Raise vp thy thovghts above the skye
That dunghill mifts away may flie.

Thou haft an houfe on high erect,
Fram'd by that mighty Architect,

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