Within the ego also waits The moment when its force abates And purifying fires flash And burn the hardened crust to ash Our whitened souls redress all wrong And offer Thee, O Mother, song.
Yet darkness shall be till light is found In souls of strength on matter's ground. A sudden music descend and seize New force-created harmonies. This day, O puissance, hasten here Instil thy joy, expunge all fear.
Poems Undated (1727)
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