Page:The collected poems, lyrical and narrative, of A. Mary F. Robinson.djvu/236

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Jützi Schultheiss


All, for some other girl to find;
And she who loves me everywhere.
My mother, whom I often kissed
In absence with vain lips that missed
My mother more than God above.
Much bound was I with earthly love.
So slight my strength, I never could
Have freed myself from servitude.
But He who loves us saw my pain,
And with one blow struck free my chain.

Weeping I knelt within the gloom
One evening in my convent room.
Trying with all my heart to pray.
And sobbing that my thoughts would stray;
When suddenly again I felt
The unearthly light and rest; I dwelt
Rapt in mid-heaven the whole night through.
And through my cell the angels flew.
The angels sang, the angels shone.
The Saints in glory, one by one,
Floated to God; and under Him
Circled the shining Seraphim.

Now from that day my heart was free
And I was God's; then gradually
The convent learned the solemn truth,
And they were glad because my youth
Was pleasing in the sight of Him
Who filled my spirit to the brim.
They wrote my visions down and made
A treasure of the words I said.
And far and wide the news was spread
That I by God was visited.
Then many sought our convent's door.
And lands and dower began to pour
With blessings on our house; for thus
Men praised the Lord who favoured us.

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