Allison's Thursday Topick

"As Spring the Winter doth Succeed" by Anne Bradstreet
As spring the winter doth succeed,
And leaves the naked Trees do dress,
The earth all black is cloth'd in green;
At sun-shine each their joy express.
My Suns returned with healing wings.
My Soul and Body doth rejoice;
My heart exults, and praises sings
To him that heard my wailing Voice.
My winters past, my storms are gone,
And former clouds seem now all fled;
But, if they must eclipse again,
I'll run where I was succoured.
I have a shelter from the storm,
A shadow from the fainting heat;
I have access unto his Throne,
Who is a God so wondrous great.
O hast thou made my Pilgrimage
Thus pleasant, fair, and good;
Bless'd me in Youth and elder Age,
My Baca made a springing flood?
I studious am what I shall doe,
To show my Duty with delight;
All I can give is but thine own,
And at the most a simple mite.

hooray for spring and new beginnings!