O, thou gentle wind Who wakes the buds of spring And spills on earth the sweet perfume That Heaven's flowers bring,
Caress the winter's fields To fragrant blossoming, With zephyr harmonies benign Make the lyres sing.
O fierce wind of the west Blow our sins away Soothe the torn earth's troubled breast With healing breeze, we pray.
Thy violent storms abate Thy gales of anger cease All human error dissipate In thy soothing air of peace.
Poems Undated (1727)
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