With all the dead and dying I have seen One would think the darkness like a sigh Had covered me, blanketed my life Or buried me to stifle an anguished cry.
Though death is a transition, not a goal When he took the light from my beloved's face To leave the body lifeless and the soul Departing through the gloom in his embrace
Then agony was mine and joy had gone, Lost was the sun amid the weeping stars, Riven my life by deep and searing pain And the wounded heart forever marked with scars.
Poems Undated (1727)
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