Once I walked among sequoia trees And found a place of peace that rarely these Second and third growth forests cannot compare. I came upon a fern-filled hollow there That held more secrets than the minds of men And saw as I shall never see again A pristine beauty and a wild delight Where panthers ran and played within my sight As sunbeams fell through leaves in silver rays. Gone now is youth and carefree youthful days Time has diminished me I am grown small. Aware of my deficiencies I call In the wilderness alone to one I know To guide me on the perilous path I go, Yet have no concerns and certainly no fears Of what will be in the winter of my years.
Poems Undated (1727)
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