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Anne Bradstreet

Anne Bradstreet

To my Dear Children

This book by any yet unread,
I leave for you when I am dead,
That being gone, here you may find
What was your living mother's mind.
Make use of what I leave in Love
And God shall bless you from above.

1672

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