Though I have sought for inner peace The tears unbidden flow For one whose pain I cannot ease And cannot share or know.
The time is past for desperate prayer Or pleadings for surcease, Our Mother who is everywhere Will grant her soul release
And from the body's temple fly To secret worlds of bliss, Her soul eternal cannot die Who suffered Godhead's kiss.
Poems Undated (1727)
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