The fragrance of roses betrays you A jewel in my unbounded heart, My gratitude hardly repays you For beauty that fills every part
With love and the flowers of living And youth in its time of delight, The joy of a soul's endless giving That carries us through the long night
Of pain and the sorrow of leaving A life that fulfils every prayer, Allowing no time for the grieving Or voices that speak of despair.
May we to the highest aspiring Partake of Her unending bliss The godhead in us desiring To suffer beatitude's kiss. ------------------- To a young and gracious friend
Poems Undated (1727)
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