In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow neer I did not look,
I waken'd was with thundring nois
And Piteous shreiks of dreadfull voice.
That fearfull sound of fire and fire,
Let no man know is my Desire.
http://www.puritansermons.com/poetry/anne13.htm
Wednesday, December 5, 2001
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