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http://www.puritansermons.com/poetry/taylor7.htm
This is a poem written by Edward Taylor. The title was "meditation 1" and its main theme was their everyday life in a brief summary.

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Would you love to bee my necessary vessel of protection and nothing more.

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Would you love to bee my necessary vessel of protection and nothing more.

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The person who wrote this poem is asking another human just to protect them from danger, and not be part of their life.

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When her house burns down and she loses almost everything, she turns to god to help her get through the hard times.

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In silent night when rest I took,

For sorrow near I did not look,

I wakened was with thund'ring noise

And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.

That fearful sound of "fire" and "fire,"

Let no man know is my Desire.

I, starting up, the light did spy,

And to my God my heart did cry

To straighten me in my Distress

And not to leave me succourless.

Then, coming out, behold a space

The flame consume my dwelling place.

And when I could no longer look,

I blest His name that gave and took,

That laid my goods now in the dust.

Yea, so it was, and so 'twas just.

It was his own, it was not mine,

Far be it that I should repine;

He might of all justly bereft

But yet sufficient for us left.

When by the ruins oft I past

My sorrowing eyes aside did cast

And here and there the places spy

Where oft I sate and long did lie.

Here stood that trunk, and there that chest,

There lay that store I counted best.

My pleasant things in ashes lie

And them behold no more shall I.

Under thy roof no guest shall sit,

Nor at thy Table eat a bit.

No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told

Nor things recounted done of old.

No Candle e'er shall shine in Thee,

Nor bridegroom's voice e'er heard shall be.

In silence ever shalt thou lie,

Adieu, Adieu, all's vanity.

Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide,

And did thy wealth on earth abide?

Didst fix thy hope on mould'ring dust?

The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?

Raise up thy thoughts above the sky

That dunghill mists away may fly.

Thou hast a house on high erect

Frameed by that mighty Architect,

With glory richly furnished,

Stands permanent though this be fled.

It's purchased and paid for too

By Him who hath enough to do.

A price so vast as is unknown,

Yet by His gift is made thine own;

There's wealth enough, I need no more,

Farewell, my pelf, farewell, my store.

The world no longer let me love,

My hope and treasure lies above.

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Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th,... | Poetry Foundation

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-An appeal to sinners to recognize that they will be judged by god and the judgement by god will be very fearful and painful.

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Jordan Curtis, Diana Serna, and Marissa Mueller.

- Common relations are how "sinners" were anyone whom was not a part of the new church.

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Gives a background to what the Puritan Literature is. It gives definitions to words that are very commonly used throughout so you know what they may be trying to say.

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The main theme of the poem is how god loves you and will help you from falling into sin. I didn't learn that much but I did help emphasize the point that the puritans did everything in the name of god.

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Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations--Puritan Poem

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Here Follow Several Occasional Meditations--Puritan Poem

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http://www.puritansermons.com/poetry/anne02.htm
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.

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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.

3

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.

4

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.

While reading this poem I saw how, like most puritan writings, this poem made constant references to God/Their Savior.