For the soul to console
Let us forget and forgive;
Each other, when our wean heart comforts and soalce:
Deep, our wound would heal and feel glee,
Let vivid mind!
Travel to bind!
And those Realms!
The life becomes, and because of miracle, debacle, and pinnacle,
where the silent soul move to love,
The one near the nectar, all and love to prove,
Ne'er to hurt the life, e'er to heal...
It is to laugh,
When I grow high;
Use the medicine of laughter,
Which is subtle, source soul of softer.
Glad God! thy Glory Grace spread!
Glittering fame unfetter my fate's thread
Where thy magical thought
Makes me mute...My start
New is my news,
Spreading those drops and dews;
Making the world to rise,
Giving happiness and surprise;
Love is ever sweet,
And to your holy feet I ever greet;
Melting my conscious to become pious,
Surging and slaying my sorrow!
The pearl of poem for my sister,
Who is nice, niche in the oyster;
Had ye endowed to me by the divine?
'O I am blessed by the Lord's love, which smile to shine,
It is the thought,
Which I sought;
And at last of divine's wrought,
I came near, ne'er in shame,