Please Answer fast! 100 points What kind of information does the speaker provide about the deceased?

Upon the Burning of Our House

In silent night when rest I took,

For sorrow near I did not look,

I waken'd was with thund'ring noise

And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.

That fearful sound of fire and fire, 5

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. 10

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 the dust: 15

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. 20

When by the ruins oft I past,

My sorrowing eyes aside did cast,

And here and there the places spy

Where oft I sat, and long did lie.

Here stood that trunk, and there that chest; 25

There lay that store I counted best:

My pleasant things in ashes lie,

And them behold no more shall I

Under thy roof no guest shall sit,

Nor at thy table eat a bit. 30

No pleasant tale shall e'er be told

Nor things recounted done of old.

No candle e'er shall shine in thee

Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall be.

In silence ever shalt thou lie; 35

Adieu, adieu; all's vanity.

Then straight I gin my heart to chide,

And did thy wealth on earth abide?

Didst fix thy hope on mould'ring dust,

The arm of flesh didst make thy trust? 40

Raise up thy thoughts above the sky

That dunghill mists away may fly.

Thou hast an house on high erect,

Fram'd by that mighty Architect,

With glory richly furnished, 45

Stands permanent tho' this be fled.

It's purchased, and paid for too

By him who hath enough to do.

A prize so vast as is unknown,

Yet, by his gift, is made thine own. 50

There's wealth enough, I need no more;

Farewell my pelf, farewell my store.

The world no longer let me love,

My hope and treasure lies above.

—Anne Bradstreet