Here you will find the Poem Upon my Son Samuel his goeing for England, Novem. 6, 1657. of poet Anne Bradstreet
Thou mighty God of Sea and Land, I here resigne into thy hand The Son of Prayers, of vowes, of teares, The child I stay'd for many yeares. Thou heard'st me then, and gav'st him me; Hear me again, I giue him Thee. He's mine, but more, O Lord, thine own, For sure thy Grace on him is shown. No freind I haue like Thee to trust, For mortall helpes are brittle Dvst. Preserve, O Lord, from stormes and wrack, Protect him there, and bring him back; And if thou shalt spare me a space, That I again may see his face, Then shall I celebrate thy Praise, And Blesse the for't even all my Dayes. If otherwise I goe to Rest, Thy Will bee done, for that is best; Perswade my heart I shall him see For ever happefy'd with Thee.
