Another verse from Contemplations by Anne Bradstreet

O merry Bird (said I) that fears no snares,

That neither toyles nor hoards up in thy barn,

Feels no sad thoughts, nor cruciating cares

To gain more good, or shun what might thee harm

Thy clothes ne’re wear, thy meat is every where,

Thy bed a bough, thy drink the water cleer,

Reminds not what is past, nor whats to come dost fear.

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[Part 27 of 33 from Bradstreet’s long poem, Contemplations]

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