If I am still chosen to build the Gardens here Give me the Grace to live a hundred years, Absent ego, absent doubt and fears, Immune to insult, enmity that tears The fabric of the beautiful wherein there lies The secret of all that waiting would descend, Ultimate force and bliss our earthly prize And power joined with Truth, never to end. Build me a team of souls united and true To the vision Thou hast seen and all must choose That we, the steady and aspiring few May join the lily’s power with the rose
Poems Undated (1727)
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