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**(A Poem in the Style of Anne Bradstreet)**
 * Verses about My Arrival to the Colonies**

We arrived ashore about midday, My family and I, here to stay In this New World, from England thence, Seeking safety, not recompense. We disembark’d, the ship entire, As one, we remain’d, in want of fire, For shore twas wintery, wind severe. The congregation settl’d near In a hollow of bare trees and stone, Miles away from all we had known. The faces ‘round me appear’d so lost, Freezing, fearful, engulf’d in frost. The recent months been hard to bear, Leaving little soul to spare. The sea had claim’d the lives of a few. More would be taken soon, we knew, For savages lurk’d in woods near, And hunger an ev’r-present fear. But just as my faith did falter, I was without God, no longer. For dearest Anne, a timid child, Examin’d the hollow and simply smiled. Troubl’d, I ask’d what caus’d her cheer; Quitely, she murmur’d in mine ear, “God has deliver’d us to this place, A show of His mercy and grace, For here we are free to pray aloud, To worship Him in joyous sound. And with God as our holy guide, We shall live in this land with pride.” Her words brought tears to mine eyes, For my countenance did she arise. I’d look’d upon the scene with dread, But now I look’d with hope instead. For us all in the hollow Had been given a path to follow. Blessed by God, our lives He did save, Hope, life, all things, to us, He gave. So no more sorrow shall come from me, A faithful daughter shall I be.