Lift me in thine arms above myself And in thy peace all agitation still, Allow the Force in me to concentrate, Removing all divisions keeping me From unity before thy blessed feet. I am aware of fault-lines in my soul, The nagging insistencies of physical mind, The body's habits, the lower vital's call, The blind obedience to olden ways. Mother I pray to thee both night and day To bring me closer and all evil slay That would usurp for me the golden day.
Poems Undated (1727)
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