I heard the melodies of the Mockingbird, They seemed an echo of the eternal word. I heard the calling of the insistent crow Demanding on this earth the right to know Why man is evil and so unrefined And looks to him like a lower kind. I heard the music of the nightingale And my longing heart recalled the tale Of man's deep dive into the ignorance Forgetful of the centuries that past Seeing life simply as fate or chance Hoping for awhile he might still last And open to the wonders of the new World that has dawned, seen only by a few.
Poems Undated (1727)
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