All my life I walked as one born blind, Blinded by the light that was my own In former births and costumes I had worn, Denied the humility I once had known. I sailed on turbulent and hostile seas Could not forego the passion for the calm, The lust for life to gain eternal peace. A driving force pushed me to great self-harm, Misused the body as its working slave, The captive mind kept circling in its tracks, The one beloved from death I could not save Or stay the violent nether world's attacks. Now walking in reflective twilight years I listen for the tread of destiny And to my soul's relief have banished fears Knowing by faith what is and is to be.
Poems Undated (1727)
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