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In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband's Safe Arrival by Anne Bradstreet — Spiritual Poetry Lines

By Anne Bradstreet

Topics: spiritual-poetry

What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, Thou know'st I'm weak. I owe so much, so little can Return unto Thy name, Confusion seizes on my soul, And I am filled with shame. O Thou that hearest prayers, Lord, To Thee shall come all flesh

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"What shall I render to Thy name..."

"In Thankful Remembrance for My Dear Husband's Safe Arrival" by Anne Bradstreet is a spiritual english poem consisting of 29 lines. This English poem by Anne Bradstreet demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak?...", this piece explores themes of spiritual through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Anne Bradstreet's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612–1672) was the first published poet of English America. Her collection "The Tenth Muse" (1650) explores domestic life, faith, and the New World experience, and she is considered the founding mother of American poetry.

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