Perhaps there now shall come at last an end To sorrow and the endless siege of soul. For I have borne the alienating cold, A struggling flame to keep within the breast, The wavering compass needle at the point Where my delight was found before thy feet. And when the darkness gathered round my heart The memory of light sustained me still In each remembered smile thou cast on me In the radiance of thy divine love.
Poems Undated (1727)
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