Now in my seventy second year I look upon the world of men, Absent malice, absent fear And know that I shall come again To work eternal problems out. Yet time is given still to grow And al the inner demons rout, Time for wonder, time to know The secret of our birth in time, The knot of inconscience to untie Aware of the momentous climb And why life suffers and must die, Groping blindly towards a light We know is there but cannot see, Recalling visions of delight On the borders of infinity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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