2/10/02
These days so empty of her human smile That cast on me the spell of god's caress, I lay in music's soothing arms awhile Recalling moments of such tenderness
At Mother's Feet and in Her constant Grace. Beyond her time's departure Mother spared That I might look on her angelic face A longer spell, and slowly grow prepared.
Of suffering's bonds her spirit now is freed And all the harsh disharmony of pain, Her soul restored to Mother as decreed To all who would a higher life attain.
Acknowledge then her final peace and rest Enfolded in our sweet Mother's breast.
(For Mary Helen)
Poems Undated (1727)
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