I write of things not seen in dream But lived upon this sacred shore, Of things so vast that it might seem Imagination's wonder-lore.
I have flown above the lava-flow Seen giant trees consumed in a flash, Climbed mountains where no fearful go Seen landscapes of beauty burnt to ash.
And I have dived the living sea And looked upon her myriad charms In depths of silence unknown to me Held dying loved ones in my arms,
Yet wonder not what will come to be But take delight in the Mystery.
Poems Undated (1727)
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