Foundations

[Tinker]

September 16 is US National Anne Bradstreet Day.
The first English-American (New World) poet to be published. 1650

Contemplations
1

Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide,

When Phoebus wanted but one hour to bed,

The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride,

Were gilded o’re by his rich golden head.

Their leaves and fruits seem’d painted but was true

Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hew,

Rapt were my senses at this delectable view.

 

2

I wist not what to wish, yet sure thought I,

If so much excellence abide below,

How excellent is he that dwells on high?

Whose power and beauty by his works we know.

Sure he is goodness, wisdom, glory, light,

That hath this under world so richly dight.

More Heaven than Earth was here, no winter and no night.

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