This is the last verse of a poem by John Clare. I discovered it when I was 13 years old and sent it to my daughter yesterday as she was in an exhausted state after over- working for too long.
I hope that when you need this it will come to mind.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where women never smiled or wept;
There to abide with my creator God,
and sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below...above the vaulted sky.
In peace and love I send you this.
A Poem for You.
I hope that when you need this it will come to mind.
I long for scenes where man has never trod;
A place where women never smiled or wept;
There to abide with my creator God,
and sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;
The grass below...above the vaulted sky.
In peace and love I send you this.
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