Upon a Fit of Sickness , Anne Bradstreet
1. Twice ten years old not fully told
2 . since nature gave me breath
3. My race is run, my thread spun,
4. lo, here is fatal death.
5. All men must die, and so must I;
6. this cannot be revoked.
7. For Adam's sake this word God spake
8 . when he so high provoked.
9. Yet live I shall, this life's but small,
10 . in place of highest bliss,
11. Where I shall have all I can crave,
12. no life is like to this.
13 . For what's this but care and strife
14 . since first we came from womb?
15. Our strength doth waste, our time doth haste,
16 . and then we go to the' tomb.
17. O bubble blast, how long can't last?
18. that always art a breaking,
19. No sooner blown, but dead and gone,
20 . even as a word that's speaking.
21. O whilst I live this grace me give,
22. I doing good may be,
23. Then death's arrest I shall count best,
24. because it's Thy decree;
25. Bestow much cost there's nothing lost,
26. to make salvation sure,
27. O great's the gain, though got with pain,
28. comes by profession pure.
29. The race is run, the field is won,
30. the victory's mine I see;
31. Forever known, thou envious foe,
32. the foil belongs to thee.
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