In the morning sun the flowers rise Aspiring in the vastness of the skies, Offering their fragrance to the One Who created them and brought their beauty forth To image splendour in this fractured world, To show that aspiration for the light Is the safest and the simplest way Of change from arrogance and greed and hate, Rising swiftly into a higher state Where one can solve the mystery of the game And a portion of the Godhead claim.
Poems Undated (1727)
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