Your gifts so far exceed my praiseful voice That humbly in the silence I bow down And seek Thy blessings on this unworthy head. Even with the body confined to bed I constantly receive the poems descent, Always hoping to catch the signal word And the magnificence that you bequeath. May my prayers arise in purity With sincere obedience to Thee.
Poems Undated (1727)
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