By night when others soundly slept
and hath at once both ease and rest,
My walking 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 Love him to Eternity.
~Anne Bradstreet
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