As Spring the Winter

Anne Bradstreet（1612-1672）

／Puritan writer and America's first poet

As Spring the winter doth succeed
And leaves the naked tress do dress,
The earth all black is clothed in green.
At sunshine each their joy express.

My sun's return with healing wings,
My soul and body doth rejoice,
My heart exults and praises sings
To Him that heard my wailing voice.

My winter's past, my storms are gone,
And former clouds seem now all fled,
But if they must eclipse again,
I'll run where I was succored.

I have a shelter from the storm,
A shadow from the fainting heat,
I have access to His throne,
Who is a God so wondrous great.

O hath thou made my pilgrimage
Thus pleasant, fair, and good,
Blessed me in youth and elder age,
My Baca* made a springing flood.

O studious am what I shall do
To show my duty with delight;
All I can give is but thine own
And at most a simple mite.**

*Hebrew for "weeping"
**small sum

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