Oh! inner fashion of exulted jewels
guidance of eternal destiny; leave me
not apart of what the lasting flame
has calling
Nay! find me in the dungeon of lost
soul in the shadow of the past and
hide me, where my cool chamber create
a lasting peace
Alas! finds my mouth that calls
the divine intervention and embrace
my hands of warm welcome, where I settle
Yes! heaven best rescue me, find my
hope of deliverance and keep my psalm
united with in you I commence
Amen...
"A poem dedicated to the sick"
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