Let all be honest and admit We let the hostile forces in They come with scintillating wit Inviting us to share their sin.
And though we hold in sanctity In our secret heart the rose, Their darkness of such profundity Holds us to their congress close.
And then we pray for Her relief From evil beings entering Trying to shake us from belief With their nearly fatal sting.
We breathe again in restful hours The atmosphere of calm and peace Among the offering of flowers And find in Love our soul's release.
Poems Undated (1727)
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