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Where among the lilies may be found A purity and fragrance matching Hers? All earth's scented sweetnesses press round Her feet and all the god-discoverers
Drawn as human magnets to Her force, Gaze in rapturous wonderment to see The Divine in human form, fount and source Of man's desire for immortality.
What perfect rose would not its fragrance give Or petals to adorn her robe of light And in that death of offering to live An endless moment longer in her sight.
All our flower-offerings now pale Before the gifts of those who gave their soul, Our prayers half-formed only rise to fail For consecration's lack and self-control.
Grant that we who daily homage Thee May find in the calyx of our inmost heart An adoration and sincerity And never from Thy love's embrace depart.
Poems Undated (1727)
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