Read these lines from Anne Bradstreet’s “Verses Upon the Burning of Our House” and answer the question that follows:



And when I could no longer look,

I blest His name 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 bereft

But yet sufficient for us left.

Overall, what is her attitude toward God’s role in the fire?

Blame and bitterness for allowing it to happen.
Thankful and relieved that it was not her fault.
Sad and angry that God allowed it to happen to her family.
Sad, but thankful that more wasn’t lost in the fire.