In my youth I knew the flowers Often blooming at my feet And in those bright and blissful hours There were marvellous beings I would meet, Trees whose secrets shared with me, Their solitude to calm the mind,
Feathered beauty sang in glee Of the beauty of earth's majesty And I alone would often pray At leaf fall and at petal fall Throughout the waning of the day Through hidden vale and darkened dell. I lived a king on earth's deep soil Before I knew the Spirit's toil.
Poems Undated (1727)
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