There must be a true surrender In the mind and heart of man, No longer can the vital wander Or attempt to thwart the new world's plan. If at times there will be a fall One must rise up from the dust Attend again the inner call And all the inner being trust In the transformation of the race And from the animal ascend To divinity and guide The spirit in us to transcend This scattered life, this poverty Of soul and dwell in eternity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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