O Mother of all the worlds we pray to Thee Redeem us from the stranglehold of lives Long past where tenuous habits still impede, Because with our consent their hold survives
The ever-increasing force descending here. We would aspire for truth and light and bliss To inform our souls as it comes drawing near To touch the earth implanting Godhead's kiss
Upon humanity with all its faults, The pressure of the falsehood that we feel The continuing subtlety of its assaults With which our ignorance has to deal.
Bring down the force of crashing circumstance Join us to the Lord's divine romance.
Poems Undated (1727)
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