Anne Bradstreet: Her Mother's Epitaph

Her Mother's Epitaph

 Here lies A worthy matron of unspotted life, A loving mother and obedient wife, A friendly neighbor, pitiful to poor, Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store; To servants wisely aweful, but yet kind, And as they did, so they reward did find: A true instructor of her family, The which she ordered with dexterity, The public meetings ever did frequent, And in her closest constant hours she spent; Religious in all her words and ways, Preparing still for death, till end of days: Of all her children, children lived to see, Then dying, left a blessed memory.