What need have I of miracle or charm Who once had placed my head upon her feet And looked into her eyes that could disarm The evil hordes and force to vain retreat
The Foe that dogs us, Death who takes away From seeking souls the labour of the years, Sustaining breath in this momentous play, Who challenges through pain and human tears
The soul of man to rise above the beast, The heart to widen and embrace with love The consecrated spirit of the East The energy untiring of the West
That feet Divine may lead us through the hours And we may build anew this home of bliss. What untold Grace is ours, what unused powers Shall wake in us with his transforming kiss.
Poems Undated (1727)
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