Will we in future ages wake to Thee Who now infuse the marrow of our frame Or union find while breath and blood run free And the secret of our soul's delight reclaim.
For man his infancy of mind outgrown Confronts an age and self whose darkness hides A gem of rarest cut, its brilliance shone In worlds preceding Form where Light resides.
Upon the precipice's edge we peer Into that vast Unknowable to find That all is He and abrogating fear, All the knots of ego-self unwind,
Suffer the endless miracle of Grace To lift us out of smallness and despair, Endure the timeless beauty of a face Whose slightest glance arrests all burdened care.
Beyond the bourne of time His voice is heard, A fluting call and soft upon the soul That hungers for the all-transforming word, In body's slow advance towards a goal
It knows but by the reason cannot find. Now awake in matter's density, Emerging from the carapace of mind The wingéd one, the perfect, ever free.
Poems Undated (1727)
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