The winds of change confound As seeds of doubt abound Round me humanity's cry Troubles an uncertain sky Piercing the night's profound.
All in its order is here Night carries day on its bier Fear camps on the shoulders of reason Obscurity has come into season, Yet dawn brings the golden one near.
Pace softly then slow mind As the seeker seeks to find Peace in his brothers, suffusing Through passion and tragedy musing-- Her love that heals mankind.
Poems Undated (1727)
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