Here you will find the Poem Upon my Daughter Hannah Wiggin her recouery from a dangerous feaver. of poet 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.
