Mother, I see thy penetrating smile And know that I am surely but a child On earth to honour thee awhile As you calm this being's nature from the wild
Persistence of the realms of false desire. For in my soul I know that all is true And never shall my inner being tire Of the challenge and the drama of the new
World that rises up from earthly soil Descending also from the pellucid air Amidst the seeking soul's enormous toil And we, humanity, climbing slow the stair
Of consciousness appeal alone to thee, Keep us embraced in thy infinity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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