Strawberries in the fields Blueberries in the swamp, All that Nature yields Bears that Godlike stamp. Walnuts in the fall Found among the leaves, Polluted rivers call, Earth in sorrow grieves, For beauty now is lost To man's abhorrent greed Who reckons not the cost To sate his endless need. A new force has come down Man's fate no longer sure, A spiritual pauper grown For being so impure.
Poems Undated (1727)
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