Sleep now O dove in the white infinity And in Their bosom find at last thy peace, The hooded angels shall reveal to thee The light for which thy spirit came to these
Sad realms where mortal joy is mixed with tears And all our halting efforts strive to find Beyond the tribulation of our years A purity of heart, a sun-bright mind,
Embrace a oneness all our days attest, In flowered field and on the snow-capped ridge, Among the sinful and among the blest, And work to build within the golden bridge.
O sleep sweet soul who filled this cup with bliss, The pain of all the ages now shall end, My lips to thine, a last eternal kiss, The Grace of God upon thee now descend.
Poems Undated (1727)
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