Until a higher word comes down I shall sit silently Awaiting a sacred song full-blown Of elegant majesty.
To fashion from my inmost soul A language of love divine A message to peoples one and all Of Godhead's true design,
A world built on a harmony No evil force can move, A true supernal dynasty For which the ages strove.
A Force has come along with light Exiling fear, conquering night.
Poems Undated (1727)
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