The rose in its perfection pales Before Thee Mother of Radiance, Describing Thee expression fails Our voices stilled in reverence.
Time cannot contain Thy love Nor the heavens hold Thy force, One with all yet far above Describing for the stars their course
And man his sacred destiny. Mother of beauty and delight Heal our human enmity Free us from the net of night,
Forge in us the strength to hold God's descent, our lives remould.
Poems Undated (1727)
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