I entered a darkness greater than the night Where every facet of the will was shorn, The psychic moorings loosened in my plight I drifted in a trough of the forlorn.
This vessel tossed upon a sea of strife Foundered on the shoals in its slow drift Towards the rock-strewn shores of other life, Closed to the force once known that could uplift
The sinking of the soul, the gaping hole That rapier death inflicted with such stealth When he with merciless swiftness came and stole The light of days, the inner being's wealth,
The treasure by which my spirit long had grown And left me half-completed and alone, A life to live less meaningful than stone, For the unknown sins of ages to atone.
Yet faith shall heal me and on its return I shall no longer yield to grief and pain All suffering and sorrow I must spurn And walk with joy into the light again.
Poems Undated (1727)
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