Let me not cease to love those I have loved And shared a moment's sanctity or two, To love those who have turned away from me, As with the love I showered upon you. Let my branch not wither on the boughs of man's deceit Or treason of the heart my heart turn cold But let the soul of me embrace all souls; For I too I am flawed, if truth be told, I hear not the voice, am blind to second sight, And so my love must grow to encompass all The hatred and the negativity That wrap the spirit in their blackened pall, Accept the violence of words that wound And purify my heart of angry thought That I in whom some bliss has made its home May offer peace that long my soul had sought.
Poems Undated (1727)
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