We noted the litres of ascites drained Affording the swollen abdomen relief So little of her energy remained, From weeping of the cells, the body's grief.
How softly slips the soul through tenuous sheaths, No sound is heard of any laboured breath Its blessing on all visitants bequeaths And silence fills the calm abode of death.
I watched the life-force in her slowly go As I've observed it many times before, In other's lives and other lands I know When souls have stood upon that distant shore
And looked with love on earth then slowly turned Towards a golden light whose radiant sphere Encompassed all for which their spirit yearned, Advancing luminescent without fear.
Poems Undated (1727)
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