And in my small and narrow ways I feared, My puerile mind conceived and lived within A circle small and taught, constriction's noose, The plague morality, the ego's sin. And yet shall we grow and ever shall feel His lila, his play, an illusion quite real. A moment shall come when the earth in her grace Awakes to the sight of a divinised race Who will dress her in garlands from flower and tree And birds will sing canticles to spirits made free.
Poems Undated (1727)
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