I saw the new world today, Only a glimpse in the depth of dream Where flowers danced in the play Of new-made beings in the stream Of consciousness, a grand array Of bodies pure, benevolent Remade in the image you decreed Falsehood drowned in its descent No longer part of this world's need. When will the true become the real Emblazoned with the Spirit's seal?
Poems Undated (1727)
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