Lord of all the distant galaxies And all the unknown realms of solar space Importuning Thee I asked to never cease The transformation of the human race,
That evil and mediocracy may go And by Thy Grace a greater light appear Hastening our ability to know The descending Truth as it comes ever near.
Beauty and bliss the crown of mortal life, The peace within that bears the hate and pain Of instrumental forces and the strife That they inflict shall not for long remain
And the sacrifice for which Thou suffered birth Shall come, the gift of Life Divine on earth.
Poems Undated (1727)
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