Verses upon the Burning of our House

    In silent night when rest I took，

    For sorrow near I did not look，

    I waken'd was with thund'ring noise

    And piteous shrieks¹ of dreadful voice.

    That fearful sound of "fire" and "fire，"

    Let no man know is my Desire.

    I starting up， the light did spy，

    And to my God my heart did cry

    To straighten me in my Distress²

    And not to leave me succourless.

    Then coming out， behold³ a space

    The flame consume my dwelling⁴ place.

    And when I could no longer look，

    I blest his grace that gave and took，

    That laid my goods now in the dust.

    Yea， so it was， and so 'twas just.

    It was his own； it was not mine.

    Far be it that I should repine，

    He might of all justly bereft⁵

    But yet sufficient for us left.

    When by the Ruins oft I past

    My sorrowing eyes aside did cast

    And here and there the places spy

    Where oft I sate⁶ and long did lie.

    Here stood that Trunk， and there that chest，

    There lay that store I counted best，

    My pleasant things in ashes lie

    And them behold no more shall I.

    Under the roof no guest shall sit，

    Nor at thy Table eat a bit.

    No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told

    Nor things recounted done of old.

    No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee，

    Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee.

    In silence ever shalt thou lie.

    Adieu， Adieu， All's Vanity.

    Then straight I 'gin my heart to chide⁷：

    And did thy wealth on earth abide⁸，

    Didst fix thy hope on mouldring dust，

    The arm of flesh didst make thy trust？

    Raise up thy thoughts above the sky

    That dunghill mists away may fly.

    Thou hast a house on high erect⁹

    Fram'd by that mighty¹⁰ Architect，

    With glory richly furnished

    Stands permanent， though this be fled.

    It's purchased and paid for too

    By him who hath enough to do.

    A price so vast as is unknown，

    Yet by his gift is made thine own.

    There's wealth enough； I need no more.

    Farewell， my pelf¹¹； farewell， my store.

    The world no longer let me love；

    My hope and Treasure lies above.