In anguish of my heart replete with woes, <br />And wasting pains, which best my body knows, <br />In tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed, <br />Bedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head, <br />Till nature had exhausted all her store, <br />Then eyes lay dry, disabled to weep more; <br />And looking up unto his throne on high, <br />Who sendeth help to those in misery; <br />He chased away those clouds and let me see <br />My anchor cast i' th' vale with safety. <br />He eased my soul of woe, my flesh of pain, <br />and brought me to the shore from troubled main.<br /><br />Anne Bradstreet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-some-distemper-of-body/
