BY NIGHT WHEN OTHERS SOUNDLY SLEPT

by: Anne Bradstreet (c.1612-1672)

      Y night when others soundly slept
      And hath at once both ease and Rest,
      My waking eyes were open kept
      And so to lie I found it best.
       
      I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
      With tears I sought him earnestly.
      He bow'd his ear down from Above.
      In vain I did not seek or cry.
       
      My hungry Soul he fill'd with Good;
      He in his Bottle put my tears,
      My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
      And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.
       
      What to my Saviour shall I give
      Who freely hath done this for me?
      I'll serve him here whilst I shall live
      And Loue him to Eternity.

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