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The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean

by Emily Dickinson

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Drawing the boundary…

In my Solitary houres in my dear husband his Absence

by Anne Bradstreet

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Drawing the boundary…

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The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean

by Emily Dickinson

The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go —

A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him
Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem.

In my Solitary houres in my dear husband his Absence

by Anne Bradstreet

O Lord, thou hear'st my dayly moan, 
And see'st my dropping teares:
My Troubles All are Thee before,
My Longings and my feares.

Thou hetherto hast been my God;
Thy help my soul hath found:
Tho' losse and sicknes me assail'd,
Thro' thee I've kept my Ground.

And thy Abode tho'st made with me; 
With Thee my Soul can talk
In secrett places, Thee I find,
Where I doe kneel or walk.

Tho' husband dear bee from me gone, 
Whom I doe love so well;
I have a more beloved one 
Whose comforts far excell.

O stay my heart on thee, my God, 
Uphold my fainting Soul!
And, when I know not what to doe,
I'll on thy mercyes roll.

My weaknes, thou do'st know full well, 
Of Body and of mind.
I, in this world, no comfort have,
But what from Thee I find.

Tho' children thou hast given me,
And freinds I have also:
Yet, if I see Thee not thro' them,
They are no Joy, but woe.

O shine upon me, blessed Lord, 
Ev'n for my Saviour's sake;
In Thee Alone is more than All, 
And there content I'll take.

O hear me, Lord, in this Request, 
As thou before ha'st done:
Bring back my husband, I beseech, 
As thou didst once my Sonne.

So shall I celebrate thy Praise,
Ev'n while my Dayes shall last;
And talk to my Beloved one 
Of all thy Goodnes past.

So both of us thy Kindnes, Lord, 
With Praises shall recount,
And serve Thee better than before, 
Whose Blessings thus surmount.

But give me, Lord, a better heart, 
Then better shall I bee,
To pay the vowes which I doe owe
For ever unto Thee.

Unlesse thou help, what can I doe 
But still my frailty show?
If thou assist me, Lord, 
I shall Return Thee what I owe.

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