To see the inner working hidden here, To be alive to all created things Accepting without repulsion all that is, Unmoved by the upheavals of the earth And the interplay of birth and life and death, To love without desire or demand To give without regard for recompense, To labour not for self but the ideal Of work as dedicated offering In consecrated service to the One Who dwells within yet lives without, above The clash of ego wills and evil deeds, Calm above our days his blessings flow, Worlds on worlds created by His hand, Guide upon the way, divine in mortal garb.
Poems Undated (1727)
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