This is the way the small life grows Progressing little and with much pain Unable to touch the Mind that knows Itself and then be able to gain
Admittance to those diviner states Of consciousness to meet the One From whom we came and generate The will to merge with the inner sun
Of understanding; may its ray confer The light Illumining our path That entering we may prefer A peace replacing human wrath
A love embracing everything Of which the choired angels sing.
Poems Undated (1727)
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