Where feet of light would wander not Far past the erring ways I've trod; Though minuscule my steps have been, No path from me was wholly barred.
When inspiration's fire grew cold And muses knocked in summons vain Desperate at my deafened door, I lay asleep in dreams of pain.
But now my childhood's fears have fled And calm approaches slow and still Light bursts within my heart, Thy Presence in me renews my will.
A spirit-peace descends on me As white rain on my blossoming soul A coruscating crystal-fire On a sun-burst sea of molten gold.
Achieve in me Thy white desire, Surrendered may I live my years, All glorious force within me burn The heritage of human tears.
Poems Undated (1727)
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