How great an inner progress one must make When the beloved's falsehood seems to shake The pillars of a spiritual unity That fall with the pain of insincerity.
Protect me Lord from all deceitful lies And from the arrows of the enemies Of truth and sanctity in humankind And the vagaries of doubting mind.
Build in me a citadel of peace That I might stand free in that eternal hour When the force of the apocalypse descends And soul meets soul embracing now as friends.
Poems Undated (1727)
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