Of this world's sorrow I have had my fill, I shall live my life in silent gratitude As blossom flowers on a lonely hill Above the violence and all the crude
Intentioned anger of the greedy few Who would the beauty of earth overturn Establishing or attempting to Install the darkness, for the Light they spurn,
Imposing a cloud of lies upon the mass Who would fight for Truth and never to evil yield. Beware the power of the ‘enlightened' class For their dark state is evil's playing field.
Poems Undated (1727)
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