It was the very essence of a tree And called my youth's embrace upon its boughs To pluck its tart and luscious fruits with glee A treasure of my childhood's memory.
Now boyhood days are spent, the family gone And years have flown since last I saw it bloom. Imprinted in my cells its joy lives on And in my heart I've found a wider room
That gathers to a vision of harmony The life-force at the living heart of things, The rising sap that crowns the mystery Of earth and all the glories heaven brings
To man who in his mystic self is free And wakes to glimpse unveiled divinity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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