There was a time not many years ago When every leaf had fallen from my tree Of life and only barrenness remained, The roots of my existence were exposed, And sorrow was the bitter fruit I bore. For one had left who was my comrade soul. Such beauty dwelt in her that all the earth Could not recall a time when spirit bloomed More beautiful than heaven with its flowers. Yet One, divine and powerful to mould My willing yet my most resistant clay Fashioned anew the branches of my being, My soil to bear Her bounty of delight. She gave me strength alone to stand and grow When those whom most I loved were meeting death. Now is the season of my greening birth, For Her I grow, for Her my verdant leaves Spring forth to greet the world and kiss the skies.
Poems Undated (1727)
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