8/26/07
She left before the far hillside Was crowned in gold and I descried The blush of rose upon her cheeks Fading in those final weeks When Death stood by to claim his prize But could not dull in those deep eyes The light that shone from her soul's space, God's splendour in a human face.
Poems Undated (1727)
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