I have felt desire slough from me Like a mangy cur retreating sullenly To slip into its dank and darkened den With lips asneer at the arrogance of men
Who think to break the welded chains of fate, Unaware that evil's force can wait And enter with a horrifying roar At the slightest jar of the unprotected door.
I know eternal vigilance must win The guardianship of soul ere I begin To feel the psychic being in command And make the leap the veiled creator planned
When first the soul took birth in measured time Disdaining endless bliss the heights to climb Through plant and beast to effloresce in man And then by Grace exceed the mortals' span.
But now we must discern with patient eye The vagaries of entities that ply Their ageless craft obstructing harmony And shake the ground reserved for deity.
The force of god invades the fields of death And we aware of a some diviner breath Must now to the task Herculean set our fate, To cleanse the house and open wide the gate.
Poems Undated (1727)
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