How unified this whole world is Yet man's existence seems amiss Since ages past he battles all Steadfastly refuses to hear the call
To harmony with all the spheres Preferring or needing to dwell in tears Blinded towards the future to fight Chooses his preference for the night
Against the peace of coming years He puts himself, and in his fears Misses the descending light.
Poems Undated (1727)
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