Now am I closed to inward things Though often in my soul there sings An angel from Elysium, Telling of wonders still to come, Of Him who orchestrates the stars And breaks the boundaries and bars That pen the spirit's upward flight And in our darkness, God's delight. But when the door unlocks I'll see The heart of all this mystery That clothed in life unrobes for death And sweetly with the final breath Remembers love and why it came, Repeats again the secret name And with the briefness of a flower Sanctifies the final hour.
Poems Undated (1727)
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