mary rowlandson - honey and the sting lyrics
oh! the wonderfull power of god that mine eyes have seen
now when others are sleeping mine eyes are weeping
i have seen the extreme vanity of this world :
one hour i have been in health, and wealth, but the next hour in sickness and wounds
for my poor children and i in 1675 were stole away
from our home in lancaster by indian raiders
i was shot and my babe was done the same as i
their weapons; they were glittering and i felt myself trembling with fear
so with my spirit and my child
i descend
on foot to fend
for the time into the wilderness
refrain thy voice from weeping
and thine eyes from tears
for thy work shall be rewarded
and they shall come again
from the land of the enemy
thus nine dayes i went
with my moaning wounded child, until she p-ssed away
she’s buried up on the hill (her little body resting still)
in some unnamed forest
whither i go
i go mourning all the day long
but god sent me blessing – it’s a torn and tattered bible
and it teaches me lessons
so with my spirit and my child
i descend
on foot to fend
for the time into the wilderness
refrain thy voice from weeping
and thine eyes from tears
for thy work shall be rewarded
and they shall come again
from the land of the enemy
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