Upon Some Distemper of Body by Anne Bradstreet
b"Bradstreet read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------\\n\\n Upon Some Distemper of Body\\nby Anne Bradstreet (1612 \\u2013 1672)\\n\\nIn anguish of my heart replete with woes, \\nAnd wasting pains, which best my body knows, \\nIn tossing slumbers on my wakeful bed, \\nBedrenched with tears that flowed from mournful head, \\nTill nature had exhausted all her store, \\nThen eyes lay dry, disabled to weep more; \\nAnd looking up unto his throne on high, \\nWho sendeth help to those in misery; \\nHe chased away those clouds and let me see \\nMy anchor cast i' th' vale with safety. \\nHe eased my soul of woe, my flesh of pain, \\nand brought me to the shore from troubled main."