I have a window opening on the sea Where looking out I see no treachery Of man who in his profligate desire Cares nothing for truth and seeks nothing higher
But fills his void of life with worthless things, Baubles of power and specious wealth that brings His lower vital nature to the fore And walking through the nether forces door
Places his shekels in an unholy place Foregoing his potential for the race, To aspire for the advent of the peace, Will his avaricious nature never cease?
Poems Undated (1727)
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