As burns a lamp of oil in night, Suffusing all with tender glow, So does thy love, a radiant light Upon my room of life bestow.
The open gate, the magic moment caught, Flies free my soul transmuted in repose The mystic seer instills the sacred thought, His gift of the hibiscus and the rose.
Poems Undated (1727)
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