Anne Bradstreet - On my dear Grand-child Simon Bradstreet, Who dyed on 16. Novemb. 1669. being but a moneth, and one day old lyrics

On My Dear Grandchild, Simon Bradstreet, Who Died on 16 November, 1669, Being but a Month, and One Day Old. No sooner came, but gone, and fall'n asleep, Acquaintance short, yet parting caused us weep; Three flowers, two scarcely blown, the last I' th' bud, Cropt by th' Almighty's hand; yet is He good. With dreadful awe before Him let's be mute, Such was His will, but why, let's not dispute, With humble hearts and moths put in the dust, Let's say He's merciful as well as just. He will return and make up all our losses, And smile again after our bitter crosses Go pretty babe, go rest with sisters twain; Among the blest in endless joys remain.