He was like a silent god to me, He was the Mother's child, that all could see, Aloof to those he cared not to meet Yet affable to all he wished to greet.
And what he shared with me no words compare To voice his gentle affection and his care, His entry in the inner planes at night Instructing me in the ways of light.
The gifts of centuries were surely his And I will ever remember the years of bliss And his counsel of the knowing wise, His guiding of my youthful soul's uprise.
Poems Undated (1727)
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