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To My Dear And Loving Husband

  by Anne Bradstreet (1612-1672)
     
 

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov’d by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole Mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that Rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence.
Thy love is such I can in no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love lets so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live for ever.

 
   
 
 
     
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