I shall not see this sacred home again Where the Presence was felt in every room In which we lived without a darkening stain And even set aside the spirit of gloom.
And then one day from earthly realms she left And for some years I felt apart and lost, The sacredness of life we lived bereft. I foundered then in sorrow at great cost
Till once again the Mother came to me And blossomed out again my sorrowing soul And all the grief I held in me did free And stopped the bells of grief in their toll.
Poems Undated (1727)
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