The sorrow of the world shown in his eyes, The poison man inflicts on the divine, His gifts returned unopened, life denies The beauty and the sacrificial wine
Of love and truth, the blessings infinite. Enamoured still of dark, unchanged we toil And still upon our heads he pours delight, Invests his peace upon our mortal soil
That unimpeded we may grow towards light Divested of the burden of the past, Remove the blinders that occlude our sight And in his presence know ourselves at last.
Poems Undated (1727)
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