The brilliant roses planted in Thy name Are leafless now in winter's cold embrace, The sap within descended to the soil And of their beauty lingers not a trace.
All our dreams of spring are dormant now As we look back remembering the sun That burned from human eyes in human form And know, though we cannot see, the battle won.
Hearts once touched by the flower of her smile And minds pierced byher words, truth's javelin, No season's chill, no inclement atmosphere, No cloud of discontent can veil within
The light that grows in earth and in our souls, Where blooms the silver rose of sacrifice And open the golden flowers of gratitude, When winter's calm is wed to rapture's spring.
Poems Undated (1727)
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