Fire on the blazing hearth, Water in the sacred well, The timeless blessing-fields of earth Cast on my soul their magic spell.
Beauty dancing in matter's core, Thrilling with eternal joy Children's spirits known before In lives that Death could not destroy.
Holding the cup of love in hand I meet the creatures of the wood Increasingly to understand That all life moves towards the good
See light and darkness in embrace, Spirit in body recognize As moving force and fount of grace Moulding future destinies.
Poems Undated (1727)
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