No photographic splendour of the night Or opalescent nebulae in space Could fill the yearning heart with more delight Than Her descent in a white cloud of grace.
They saw Her as a flame of brilliant rays Moving along the balcony or street, Vanquishing the demons of our days. I only saw Her soft sandaled feet,
Her hand upon the polished balustrade, Her eyes that held the world in their embrace Her loveliness that made earth's beauty fade, Divine compassion etched upon Her face,
And O, the silken softness of Her hair, I wept to see Her sweetly standing there.
Poems Undated (1727)
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