The truth descending we must weave Into the fabric of our lives, Rework the pattern frayed and torn Of tattered self that yet survives
Misuse throughout the centuries. Evolving garment of our fate, The soul in an outdated dress Knows the hour and the date
When from the cosmic loom of life A new apparel we shall wear, Shed our costumed ignorance, Be done with all this masked affair.
Clothed in light, by love renewed This human model redefine, A golden hue suffusing all In bodies of the Lord's design.
Poems Undated (1727)
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