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Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children
(1612 – 16 September 1672 / Northampton, England)

Before The Birth Of One Of Her Children

All things within this fading world hath end,
Adversity doth still our joys attend;
No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet,
But with death's parting blow are sure to meet.
The sentence past is most irrevocable,
A common thing, yet oh, inevitable.
How soon, my Dear, death may my steps attend,
How soon't may be thy lot to lose thy friend,
We both are ignorant, yet love bids me
These farewell lines to recommend to thee,
That when the knot's untied that made us one,
I may seem thine, who in effect am none.
And if I see not half my days that's due,
What nature would, God grant to yours and you;
The many faults that well you know I have
Let be interred in my oblivious grave;
If any worth or virtue were in me,
Let that live freshly in thy memory
And when thou feel'st no grief, as I no harmes,
Yet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms,
And when thy loss shall be repaid with gains
Look to my little babes, my dear remains.
And if thou love thyself, or loved'st me,
These O protect from stepdame's injury.
And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse,
With some sad sighs honor my absent hearse;
And kiss this paper for thy dear love's sake,
Who with salt tears this last farewell did take.

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Comments (9)

The habit of women to leave message for their dear ones when they themselves apprehend own death at critical times is remarkable and the same theme has mde the poem classic poem of the day.
" We both are ignorant" ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse, With some sad sighs honor my absent hearse; And kiss this paper for thy dear love's sake, Who with salt tears this last farewell did take... a great poem indeed. tony
A very melancholic poem, but thoughtfully and so sweetly written the sadness feels down to your blood, a very gifted poet of the period between 1600-1700. She was a devoted Classic Poetess and had 8 children with her beloved spouse. She was born in the UK but lived till her death in the USA. Like many people at that time, she died because she had tuberculosis. True saddest. But AB was a devoted Classic Poetess
when thy loss shall be repaid with gains Look to my little babes, my dear remains. And if thou love thyself, or loved'st me, These O protect from stepdame's injury./// beautiful poetic expression
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