Touched by Grace

By what strange quirk of fate, I joyful ask;
That happiness so sweet from out the blue
Should come and bless the twilight of my years.
Every moment that in her love I bask
Holds such delights, my life she does renew.
Amazed am I that she should take my fears
And soothe them all away. The mask of pain
Lies broken at my feet, and in its place
Bliss so lambent, that harmony shall reign,
In place of grief. To look upon her face
Eases my spirit, so never again
Can black despair, whose cold and drear embrace
Laid me low, rule my heart. And her humane
Kisses so sweet have touched me by their grace.