Upon My Daughter Hannah Wiggin Her Recovery From A Dangerous Feaver
By Anne Bradstreet
Bles’t bee thy Name, who did’st restore
To health my Daughter dear
When death did seem ev’n to approach,
And life was ended near.
Gravnt shee remember what thov’st done,
And celebrate thy Praise;
And let her Conversation say,
Shee loues thee all thy Dayes.
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