Out of Night's dark I rose in Light, Gone were the demons of the night, Falsehood fled, it had no place Where reigning truth guided the race And loveliness betokened all. No longer was there sin or fall As quietude fell upon the soul I knew the way, and on the goal Focused as plenary beauty found A place to live on sacred ground.
Poems Undated (1727)
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