To heights supernal we must rise All outworn vestiges discard And with the aid of diviner eyes Seek the way, though it be hard,
But change came slowly in the past When all the world in darkness wept And a fleeting peace could not last And few were those the Secret kept
Of transformation of the cells That bodies might live eternally As the anthem of a new life swells To live in Truth immortally.
Now we our destiny decide With God our anchor and our Guide.
A Poem by Narad
Poems Undated (1727)
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