Latish Sentiment

I have not yet to this far world gave
A fraction of the feelings I have found
And sadly I will likely to the grave
Rest in thoughts my words could not resound

And yet I struggle daily to confide
The wondrous things abound upon the day
Tipping that deep basin kept inside
To flood the land in my own weary way

With all that I in blessing have been shown
And all that I in spirit have conceived
God’s beauty is too vast for me alone
In but a thousand lifetimes to perceive