The darker regions with their craftiness Disturbing slumber and the spirit's flight To subtler planes above our earthly stress, Come calling in the darkest heart of night
When the Guard sleeps briefly at the gate of the inner door, Admitting unholy influences within, Once guests of desires that formed in times before, The unconscious days of gross indiscipline.
The captain of this forward moving ship Must cast o'erboard these pirateers of soul, To the demon forces pressing give the slip And sail in light and splendour towards the goal.
Poems Undated (1727)
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