How difficult the universal view That challenges our fixed myopic sight, Clairaudience encompassing all sounds That builds from disparate notes symphonic light.
Our senses tune to melodies refined Or vision caught in a reflecting glass And if perhaps a wider view embrace We miss the subtle, mirroring the mass.
And yet we grow accepting things once shunned Admitting in our consciousness the new And all incomprehensibles that lie Within the sainted province of the few.
And though we fall we rise to greater height, By sin and error or misfortune's hand And slowly as the inner soul awakes A light that yet we cannot understand
Illumines crevices that long have lain Unsighted in our frenzied human pace, Cause of all our anguish and our pain, To glimpse the haunting vision of His face.
On earth They now have brought the mystic sun That burns the dark ignoble cloak of man From embryonic God its light reveals The puissant One, embodied Superman.
Poems Undated (1727)
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