Now their beauty descends on me No blossoms seen by man before, A new world come is here to see But man seems evil to the core And cannot view this world of bliss And truth that waits upon his door, For the darkness he would not miss Calls to him and offers more Than light that seems so far away, Love and benevolence untrue And Falsehood welcomes him to stay Awhile and offers the old as new.
Poems Undated (1727)
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