I remember little but her radiant smile That broke on us, children that we were, Yet felt a love that brightened all the sky When we gathered by her bed to honour her.
There are ancient souls who come to earth to bless And though but five, within I was aware That she who radiated joy and light On her bed of pain saw beauty everywhere.
I can recall her children's love as well Who bore in their hearts a sorrow for her fate And each the other helped to ease her ills That by their care her agony might abate.
I recollect no cry broke from her lips, And she all suffering with grace endured And no complaint, no force or fate decried, Her soul's ascent to heaven's realms assured.
I have lived these sixty years on earth And ever shall her saintliness revere, For children perceive more clearly the aureole Shining when His chosen ones appear.
To Father Michael his brothers and sisters who, having left the bodily form, may yet attend my song. A Children's Story of the Golden Age "told in couplets
For Khusali
Poems Undated (1727)
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