Sept. 25, 1970
All beautiful is that Thou hast touched Or looked upon or fleeting, passed; Eyes tearful now once held Thy gaze, A sun-burst in the infinite vast.
Walled centuries surround the thought, A syllabus of desire's role; Life's yearning buds await the day When love shall flower over all.
Poems Undated (1727)
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