Lord grant me leave that I may yet explore The untrod avenues, the roads unseen, On spirit-heights thy image to adore And time Ñ to sweep the sanctuary clean, To face the future that I might attain, Hacking away the forest of the past, Accepting present loss for future gain The will to find my hidden soul at last.
Poems Undated (1727)
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