God the potter moulds our clay, God the smithy uses fire, God the sculptor chips away To fashion us as something higher
Than the half animal we are, And though we are resistant still He works his magic from afar, Divinity in us he will,
Accepts the cross, rejects the crown, Immortal dons the human mask, By sacrifice the way is shown And lightened is the daunting task
To rise above our mortal state Participants in the grand design Done with violence and hate New-made, invincible, divine.
Poems Undated (1727)
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