I will go into the garden once again To clear some weeds, perhaps to prune dead limbs As I must cut away in me the pain And clear my mind of sorrow's throb that dims
Thy presence in the heart, a growing light. They tell me I must find companionship, To live alone with grief is just not right Allow eternal memories to slip
Into a deep forgetfulness, partake Of all the fruits the "good life" has to give, Awake to love for the beloved's sake, Mourning ended, time again to live.
I hear their voices as in an empty hall Echoing in chambers of the heart And soft above their sound I hear the call: "Go deep within, discover who thou art
And why your spirit from the heights came down On earth in human form"; to whom replied: "My being heard the voice for ages known, She for whom I lived, for whom I died
In countless journeyings from distant stars. O lift this grief that all my heart has cleft And heal the deep and formidable scars, The joy return of which I am bereft
That I may learn surrender in delight, A settled calm pervading every sense And slowly from this dark and prolonged night Awake to serve. O Lord this being cleanse."
Poems Undated (1727)
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