Arise from sleep and let the morning in, Hear the drumming of the verdant earth, Truly all the wickedness and sin Are counted little in terms of human worth,
For man an evolutionary soul Has just begun his journey from the night Hardly aware of the bliss of the beckoning goal And hardly as yet touched by the light.
Poems Undated (1727)
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