I hear the voices of the angelic choirs Sweetly singing of the world to be She has placed in me the ever living fires That I may come to Her with dignity,
Divested of all the past that held me back, Open now though certainly not yet Closed to habits and their constant attack On the aspiring soul whose path is set.
Take me Mother still with faults and flaws Help me through the darkness to the Light, Escaping from the penitential laws And conflagrate the legions of the night.
Poems Undated (1727)
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