Anne Bradstreet - In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Anne Bradstreet Who Deceased June 20, 1669, Being Three Years and Seven Months Old lyrics

In memory of my dear grand-child Anne Bradstreet. Who deceased June 20. 1669. being three years and seven Moneths old. With troubled heart & trembling hand I write, The Heavens have chang'd to sorrow my delight. How oft with disappointment have I met, When I on fading things my hopes have set? Experience might 'fore this have made me wise, To value things according to their price: Was ever stable joy yet found below? Or perfect bliss without mixture of woe. I knew she was but as a withering flour, That's here to day, perhaps gone in an hour; Like as a bubble, or the brittle gla**, Or like a shadow turning as it was. More fool then I to look on that was lent, As if mine own, when thus impermanent. Farewel dear child, thou ne're shall come to me, But yet a while, and I shall go to thee; Mean time my throbbing heart's chear'd up with this Thou with thy Savior art in endless bliss.