Now in the twilight of these waning years I seem a youth and all the energy That once was mine returns to me again In moments by the beauty of the sea.
An exhibition of my photographs Spanning the seasons of my windfall years Dear old friends and new traverse the halls, Some with joy and others lost in tears
Seeing as I have seen the flowers lift Their fragrant heads touched with morning dew, The steadiness of trees, the reaching vines The lake in morning green, by evening blue,
The sun that woke us with its glowing kiss The singers in the boughs who fill the heart. All Nature is a sacrament of bliss To those who see beyond the veil of form.
Poems Undated (1727)
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