You say that I must let this sadness die And lift from stricken eyes the shades of grief To follow where the paths of beauty lie Bring closure to the heart and soul's relief. This world is not by some deep sorrow made Though all things rare and beautiful soon fade To memory or run to slow decay, All human effort bound to die away. But slowly as the star-swept evening yields To the richly coloured halo of the morn She left these beautiful but troubled fields Of life preparing for a greater dawn In which the soul refreshed shall come again In a body built of everlasting bliss, Exempt from ignorance and freed from pain And on my eyes bestow her godlike kiss.
Poems Undated (1727)
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