I think that I may never be More than an apostrophe In the annals of human history But I am Hers, that all can see,
Plumbing eternal mystery, Clearing the apostasy As the shedding of leaves from the tree, Striving always to be free
And rise along with humanity Like the vastness of the sea, Be worthy of what She's given me My name that speaks of unity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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