Bles't bee thy Name, who did'st restore
To health my Daughter dear
When death did seem ev'n to approach,
And life was ended near.
Gravnt shee remember what thov'st done,
And celebrate thy Praise;
And let her Conversation say,
Shee loues thee all thy Dayes.
More verses by Anne Bradstreet
- To Her Most Honoured Father Thomas Dudley Esq; These Humbly Presented.
- On My Dear Grand-Child Simon Bradstreet, Who Dyed On 16. Novemb. 1669. Being But A Moneth, And One D
- My Thankfull Heart With Glorying Tongue
- Of The Four Humours In Mans Constitution.
- An Epitaph On My Dear And Ever Honoured Mother Mrs. Dorothy Dudley, Who Deceased Decemb. 27. 1643. A
