To lift the sorrow of the world he came, Transmute to joy our suffering and pain, Fulfilled his mission quietly he left Preparing his return and luminous reign. Now slowly we discard the old ideas And remnants of the past to which we cling, Each stumble and each fall upon the path Prepare us for the soul-awakening That we, immortal, learning still to be, Abandon outworn thoughts of 'yours and mine' Become a river rushing to His sea And find in conscious matter God's design.
Poems Undated (1727)
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