To Her Father With Some Verses

Most truly honoured, and as truly dear,
If worth in me or ought I do appear,
Who can of right better demand the same
Than may your worthy self from whom it came?
The principal might yield a greater sum,
Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb;
My stock's so small I know not how to pay,
My bond remains in force unto this day;
Yet for part payment take this simple mite,
Where nothing's to be had, kings loose their right.
Such is my debt I may not say forgive,
But as I can, I'll pay it while I live;
Such is my bond, none can discharge but I,
Yet paying is not paid until I die.

by Anne Bradstreet

Comments (5)

Seems like a dark way of saying Thank you Dad. There is no joy, there is no sense of running up to Daddy and giving him a great hug. Sounds like she may have forced herself to walk up to him and shake his hand and maybe give him a little money on account. Not a poem I would have presented to my Dad. Mine would drip with affection, squeeze him with love and thank him with memories galore
But as I can, I'll pay it while I live; Such is my bond, none can discharge but I, Yet paying is not paid until I die. What a father does for his family, if it be called a debt, can never be repaid. As a daughter or son, what one can do is to imbibe all the good qualities and serve all those around with much love as the father did. A nice poem!
The principal of compounded interest concerning life when paid ahead.. iip
Such is my bond! ! Thanks for sharing.
Hey does anyone know exactly how many children Anne killed? I'm doing a report and would like to know, thanks in advance poem enthusiasts..