Most truly honoured, and as truly dear,
If worth in me, or ought I do appear,
Who can of right better demand the same?
Than may your worthy self from whom it came.
The principle might yield a greater sum,
Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crum;
My stock's so small, I know not how to pay,
My Bond remains in force unto this day;
Yet for part payment take this simple mite,
Where nothing's to be had Kings loose their right.
Such is my debt, I may not say forgive,
But as I can, I'le pay it while I live:
Such is my bond, none can discharge but I,
Yet paying is not payd until I dye.
I am busy working to bring Anne Bradstreet's "To her Father with some verses" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Anne Bradstreet's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "To her Father with some verses" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.