My god is the god of music Te beautiful One who sings And plays his tunes so lovingly Upon my spirit's strings.
My god is a flower god Sprinkling the earth with hues And fragrances immemorial That sadly we abuse.
My god is poetry Who willingly descends Into the hearts and minds of men, Our littleness transcends.
Poems Undated (1727)
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