The loveliness of hills, the lakes, the streams, The waterfalls we visited, the skies Above our days so sanctified by love, And the haunting sapphire beauty of her eyes. . .
We walked upon a path unseen, unknown, And heard the footsteps and the Voice that called Echoing through the corridors of time. I face thee Death, humbled yet unappalled,
For One who lit the fires of the sun, The same created thee and this I know, My destiny is clear, through centuries And all the seasons of my soul I grow.
The heavens and the earthly lanes I've trod And at the end shall stand alone with God.
Poems Undated (1727)
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