I wait upon my friend whose love is pure To lead me forth in my remaining days And this he will for I am rightly sure That he will not for long allow delays
Of soul's attempt to rise and divinise Body, mind and life, and through the years Ahead and all the coming centuries When I am drawn within, there are no fears
That I will fail to serve Him and to please The lady of my life, the Mother of all When in Her strong embrace my soul shall dwell And now in peace I know that all is well.
Poems Undated (1727)
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