At times I think of mountains I have climbed High above the seas of ignorance And in the distance saw God's topless peaks Then realize as waking from a trance
I have ascended but a modesthill In a long and fateful journey towards the stars, A hill that any healthy child could climb, And I though marked with many battle scars
In a field of life from fiercely fought campaigns Have not achieved the first essential aim, A mind of calm that bears the blows of fate A vital that the soul has yet to tame,
A body unawakened to its role A heart whose rapture now is laced with pain, The glorious surrender not begun, The destiny my being must attain.
And now I have descended once again To level earth, like Sisyphus must climb The endless mountain, journey without end And find my truth beyond the bars of time.
Poems Undated (1727)
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