Enough! Enough! The watchman said. I cannot importune the dead. I stand as guardian of the night To bring to thee undying light. I see beyond the scarring tears, The world awash in senseless fears. I cannot set the world a-right Or cleanse the suppurating light Of humankind embroiled in hate. Bur I can voice a greater fare: The act of love's Divine descent, Creation's luminous intent.
Poems Undated (1727)
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