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.
Bradstreet does go back and forth in her faith, but after her house burns down, she does leave it all to God. She recognizes the house as His, and does not fret. God leaves her the beauties of nature and her creativity, leaving her barely deprived with the loss of her house.