I found him in the strangest place, Hidden beneath the moss and stone And in his hands the heavenly Grace Meant for those who feel most alone,
Who are not controlled by the seething masses Intent on gaining their portion of wealth Vying with the upper classes Oft to the detriment of their health.
One called me from a far-off land That I somehow knew as my spirit's home, Where my soul must take its final stand To turn to Light, no more to roam.
The body ages but the Grace Ever present steadies me In this vast world to know my place, A servant of Divinity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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