As Weary Pilgrim, Now At Rest Poem by Anne Bradstreet

As Weary Pilgrim, Now At Rest

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As weary pilgrim, now at rest,
Hugs with delight his silent nest
His wasted limbes, now lye full soft
That myrie steps, haue troden oft
Blesses himself, to think vpon
his dangers past, and travailes done
The burning sun no more shall heat
Nor stormy raines, on him shall beat.
The bryars and thornes no more shall scratch
nor hungry wolues at him shall catch
He erring pathes no more shall tread
nor wild fruits eate, in stead of bread,
for waters cold he doth not long
for thirst no more shall parch his tongue
No rugged stones his feet shall gaule
nor stumps nor rocks cause him to fall
All cares and feares, he bids farwell
and meanes in safity now to dwell.
A pilgrim I, on earth, perplext
wth sinns wth cares and sorrows vext
By age and paines brought to decay
and my Clay house mouldring away
Oh how I long to be at rest
and soare on high among the blest.
This body shall in silence sleep
Mine eyes no more shall ever weep
No fainting fits shall me assaile
nor grinding paines my body fraile
Wth cares and fears ne'r cumbred be
Nor losses know, nor sorrowes see
What tho my flesh shall there consume
it is the bed Christ did perfume
And when a few yeares shall be gone
this mortall shall be cloth'd vpon
A Corrupt Carcasse downe it lyes
a glorious body it shall rise
In weaknes and dishonour sowne
in power 'tis rais'd by Christ alone
Then soule and body shall vnite
and of their maker haue the sight
Such lasting ioyes shall there behold
as eare ne'r heard nor tongue e'er told
Lord make me ready for that day
then Come deare bridgrome Come away.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
yo jodfbd hh 27 August 2019

this dumb fduygksdafhafhafhadfhadfhadfhdfhghadh

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Adeeb Alfateh 25 July 2019

By age and paines brought to decay and my Clay house mouldring away Oh how I long to be at rest and soare on high among the blest. beautiful poem beautiful write great 10+++++++

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Susan Williams 23 February 2016

It is difficult to believe that there will be a time that we will gladly submit to death- but it does come to many who racked with pain, and tormented by vomiting, tired of being unable to even sit up in bed on their own... welcome death for life has totally forsaken them.

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Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet

Northampton, England
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