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Anne Bradstreet— “the tenth Muse” Anne Bradstreet: Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I wakened was with thundring noise And piteous shrieks 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 strengthen me in my distress And not to leave me succorless. Then, coming out, beheld a space The flame consume my dwelling place. ? And when I could no longer look, I blest His name that gave and took, That laid my goods now in