I heard a song of God descend Rich with unknown harmonies Signalling the fateful end Of those unholy trinities
That lure men's souls with Circean charms And promise of unending thrills To crush the spirit in their arms With lethal and unerring skills.
The music came wave on wave Surging through the fields of life Sending falsehood to its grave Ending error, hatred, strife.
I heard the Om chanted here To hasten truth on earth by grace Bear heaven's touch and drawing near Forerunners of the future race.
Poems Undated (1727)
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