Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations in  General   

By night when others soundly slept,
And had at once both case and rest,
My waking eyes were open kept
And so to lie I found it best.

I sought Him whom my soul did love,
With tears I sought Him earnestly;
He bowed His ear down from above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.

My hungry soul He filled with good,
He in His bottle put my tears,
My smarting wounds washed in His blood,
And banished thence my doubts and fears.

What to my Savior shall I give,
Who freely hath done this for me?
I'll serve Him here whilst I shall live
And love Him to eternity.

By Anne Bradstreet

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Other poems by Anne Bradstreet:

• A Dialogue between Old England and New
• A Letter to Her Husband
• Another
• Another (II)
• Before the Birth of One of Her Children
• By Night when Others Soundly Slept
• Contemplations
• Deliverance from a Fit of Fainting
• Deliverance from Another Sore Fit
• Epitaphs
• Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations
• Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our H
• In Honour of that High and Mighty Princess, Queen
• In My Solitary Hours in My Dear Husband his Absenc
• In Reference to Her Children
• Meditations Divine and Moral
• Of the Four Ages of Man
• Prologue
• Spirit
• The Author to her Book
• The Flesh and the Spirit
• The Four Ages of Man
• The Vanity of All Worldly Things
• To Her Father with Some Verses
• To My Dear And Loving Husband
• Upon a Fit of Sickness
• Upon My Dear and Loving Husband his Going into Eng
• Upon Some Distemper of Body
• Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 18th
• We May Live Together