The butterfly asleep in its cocoon Amid the clamorous acts of humankind, The white narcissus gazing at the moon, Slowly my path through miracle I find
And solace in the burning of the day. The fragrance of the lilacs slakes my thirst For joy on the unfathomable way And beauty on which our human souls were nursed.
Growing things in wise simplicity Follow their progenitor the sun And we who seek a distant destiny Knowing that we hardly have begun
The work for which we came, to divinise These transient mortal forms for God's delight, Marry earth to heaven's vaster skies, Make all divine, His gifts to us requite.
Poems Undated (1727)
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