In the morning of a youthful life Of joy I had my fill, Unknown to me were hate and strife Man's lust and his ill-will.
I knew not greed, I knew not sin On my unknowing way The inner journey yet to begin After childhood's play.
Now that eighty years have flown I see how little I have grown.
Poems Undated (1727)
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