In the hour when I knelt before Her feet She changed the tenor of my wayward life Instilling in me something of her love Reducing all the pain and inner strife.
Now eighty and more years have passed and I Aware somewhat of my psychic being here Offer all there is with nothing left to fear For now my spirit lives in infinity.
All is peace and though the path is long And fraught with danger, tempted by the wrong Our steps are watched by an all-seeing eye That has guided us through all eternity.
In moments when we light our lamps to Him We join the chorus of the seraphim.
Poems Undated (1727)
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