The imprimatur of Mother is my sign To accelerate the progress of the soul. I know in me there is much to refine, And in my heart I hear the time-bell toll.
The coarseness and the wildness Mother knows As She, aware of everything in life, Guides me as the inner being grows Through vales of sorrow and the depths of strife.
What can I offer Her except my heart, My gratitude and my humility
Poems Undated (1727)
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