It hangs on the horizon warm and bright A golden agate in the eye of night. Trees in splendour burn, the woods alive With autumn-song earth alone can give And knowing this my spirit shall survive
Irreparable loss and deepest grief. My soul on waters floating as a leaf On streams of consciousness I hardly know, Towards oceans of felicity I go The force of God holds me in its tow.
I pass by banks of beauty flower-strewn And fields of youth where memories in ruin Lay scattered and my dreams unrealised, The music of the stars my heart surprised In soul's deep chambers sounds I recognized
But could not own nor in my youthful state Bring down to earth, their harmonies translate To human keys or lift the weary mind To revel in sonorities refined Surpassing all the joys of humankind.
I wait and call the Presence in my heart Neophyte of heaven's gilded art Attracted by a light I long have known For towards its brilliant glow my soul has grown, Before the spirit from this shell has flown
Shall know for I have looked upon Her face And felt compassion and a godlike grace Invade the sanctum of this human mould, Her flame within this mortal breast ensouled And wonders and beatitudes untold.
Poems Undated (1727)
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