Dec 12, 2015
AH! whither, whither, am I flown, A wandering guest in worlds unknown? . . . O Lamb of God! thrice gracious Lord Now, now I feel how true thy word; Translated to this happy place
The Soul ascending into Bliss, In humble imitation of Popes Dying Christian to his Soul, [17 October 1772]
Is he in Jersey?
No, really, this poem/hymn about ascending to heaven may be the first missive sent after H arrived in Elizabethtown, NJ, for a pre-college crash course for a year starting October 1772. I cannot help but wonder if it reflects H’s relief at having been translated suddenly from St. Croix to school, friends, independence, scholarship funds, no more mules....