This I am and this I know Despite all wayward tendencies To the Mother my soul shall go And reach divine infinities.
How strong the pull of yesteryears And births unknown, never yet recalled To cleanse the soul from hidden fears Responding to the One who called.
Often it seems we live in night And strive toward the waking day Seeking within ourselves the Light We concentrate, we hope, we pray.
A hundred lives may yet remain But Godhead's state we will attain.
Poems Undated (1727)
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