What gentleness of spirit wedded me To heights alone my being could not scale, What miracle of occult chemistry United us through all our life's travail?
Threaded though the fabric of my days A love that turned my coarse-spun thread to gold A light that in the denseness of my ways Held bright and true its gracious gifts untold.
For we have truly lived and truly loved Beyond desire and the body's need, Together towards the Infinite Secret moved, The flowering in man of Godhead's seed.
O soul so pure who all my days have blessed Peace shall on thy pain-filled bosom rest.
Poems Undated (1727)
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