I saw one time a child that seemed aflame With beauty and the presence of a grace Beyond all words humanity could name And the haunting image of a perfect face.
That child, that soul is now within my heart Seated as on a diamond fashioned throne A plenitude of a perfect art Descended here incomparable, alone.
When shall we meet these forerunners of time, Exceeding all the progress of the past Heralds of the future's paradigm Realized souls where evil cannot cast
Its lethal hooks to catch the souls of man, Disappearing now since Light on earth began.
Poems Undated (1727)
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