I come a suppliant to Godhead's throne Attached and clinging to a chequered past, Knowing Thou art here yet most alone, A leading role in sorrow's drama cast.
If I could grasp the lever to propel The psychic being to the body's fore, Released from pain of isolation's hell To know Thy will, to witness and adore
The presence that abides within these walls, A grace above descending mid our doubt, The Mother's love that sweetly to us calls To trust that She will cast our demons out,
To tread upon the sunlit path, progress By strong surrender, yield my life to Grace, To feel in all this earthly outwardness Divine, and evil from the world efface.
Poems Undated (1727)
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