Sincerity must deepen then the Grace In plenitudes of force and might descends Into the very fibre of our race And the severed strands of peace and oneness mends.
We call with stifled voice, with half-meant prayer, To an unseen God on heights beyond our ken, Unknowing as yet or largely unaware Of His presence in the hurried lives of men.
We need the decisive turn, the childlike trust A faith that knows and love that freely gives, A release of all our being from the lust That drives our days and deep within us lives.
O radiant Light dispel the mind-born mist That stays the hour and suffers the dark to persist.
Poems Undated (1727)
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