Quotation by Anne Bradstreet

A pilgrim I on earth perplext,
with sinns, with cares and sorrows vext,
By age and paines brought to decay,
and my Clay house mouldring away,
Oh how I long to be at rest
and soare on high among the blest!
Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612–1672), Anglo-American poet. As Weary Pilgrim, Now at Rest (l. 19–24). . .

Norton Anthology of American Literature, The, Vols. I–II. Nina Baym and others, eds. (2d ed., 1985) W. W. Norton & Company.
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