Worthy art Thou, 0 Lord of praise!
But ah! it’s not in me;
My sinking heart I pray thee raise,
So shall I give it Thee.
My life as Spider’s webb’s cutt off,
Thus fainting have I said,
And liveing man no more shall see,
But bee in silence layd.
My feblee Spirit thou didst revive,
My Doubting thou didst chide,
And tho’ as dead mad’st me alive,
I here a while might ’bide.
Why should I live but to thy
Praise My life is hid with Thee;
O Lord, no longer bee my Dayes,
Than I may fruitfull bee.
I am busy working to bring Anne Bradstreet's "Deliverance from a fitt of Fainting" 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.
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