O thou who know'st the secrets of the stars Look in this heart, all lingering darkness rout And see if there remains behind the scars A love with strength enough to seek thee out.
For it is late, the years steal quickly past, I cannot boldly press towards the light, Give me the inner strength that I may last Beyond the crowding shadows of the night
And patience to behold thy face again Beyond the vacillating moods of prayer, The remnants of desire causing pain; For yet the vital clings to its despair,
The mind distracted focuses its aim On too familiar things or circles round Remembrances, forgetting that it came To grow in spirit on the spirit's ground,
This earth we cherish more than heaven's throne. When all is dryness, desolate and sere, The future's face a blank, the soul unknown Increase my faith to feel thy presence near.
Poems Undated (1727)
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