Do not let her memory Even for an instant fade Her face for all eternity Is on the loom of God displayed.
The measure of all things is love That bears us through the Void of night, A love divine in which we move And breathe and die is our delight.
Earth's harmonies cannot be killed By apathy, indifference, Her knowledge is of greatness willed By some divine unerring sense
Since first the light of dawn appeared And green burst through the barren stone When God from fragrant calyx peered At beauty's face that was His own.
Give me never to forget Joy of sacrificial days, My life by miracle beset And gratitude far more than praise.
Poems Undated (1727)
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