If I counted all the years Of ignorance I would be in arrears, Yet what is time when we can grow Above ourselves and begin to know The reason we have taken birth On this beautiful and dangerous earth Filled with desire and human need, Some with lust and some with greed Yet all with the possibility Of endless growth in dignity That we may reach the dawning light Gathered in the folds of night And feel the softest touch of Grace And see in time the Eternal's Face.
Poems Undated (1727)
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