I saw a rose upon the verge of space Unfolding timeless petals to the sun, So must we turn towards that source of grace Our spirit's light-filled offering begun.
A rose of God ablaze above my brow In uttermost simplicity bequeaths Exquisite fragrances I long to know, Her secret charm that all my world en wreathes.
0 Rose that monarchs in their majesty Are humbled in thy sight and seek to learn Perfection's form, imprint of Deity, What fire in thy calyces doth bum?
Now we must grow surrendered as the rose, And from the chaliced heart our love disclose.
Poems Undated (1727)
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