I catch a glimpse of Thee With my unlabouring soul, In you is my eternity, My spirit's steadfast goal. But a glimpse is not enough, There are more stars to cross, Unscaled mountains coarse and rough And habits old to toss Into the ever-cleansing fire Of love above the gross Inviting me to rise yet higher
Poems Undated (1727)
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