Sometimes I feel divorced from life And live in Mother's Garden fair Away from all this earthly strife Yet know that I am needed there To fix collective harmony First within the being's core, Build an elasticity, Calm and peace and something more, A stoic will to face the foe Residing in our unseen parts To let the healing Presence flow In harmony with human hearts.
Poems Undated (1727)
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