In every field a fragrant lily grew On every woodland edge a violet, And I amidst the waving grasses knew A peace that no misfortune could beset.
But I was wrong, the calm not deep enough And beaten by the raging winds of fate Foundered lost in some dark nether trough Companioned by the earth alone to wait
The singing of myself upon the way, Strength again to face the Furies' wrath, Sorrow's debt to life in full repay And bid my being take the sunlit path.
For dark surrounds and treacherous the night When ignorance and enmity abound, I pray in silence for a ray of light, Hope regained the joyful quest refound.
Poems Undated (1727)
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