A gift that asked no measure of return, A joy that shared its vision of the All, A heart that ever widened out to learn The meaning of our birth, the spirit's fall
From spheres of light to sleep in ignorance And take up forms for growth that soon grow old, A truth she held though hidden as in trance, A tale of God too early to be told.
Through Beauty's dress I glimpsed her soul of light And calm that carried me on crests of peace To grace my days and fill them with delight Till from this earth her spirit took release.
I know through faith that still she blesses me And those around who lived within her smile, The Mother's child, a force of purity Who shed on earth her dream of Love awhile.
Poems Undated (1727)
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