We seek the secrets our hurried lives obscure, The long and laboured voyage must endure As on an inner sea alive with fire, We breathe not air that lighter paths inspire.
For strength is mete to those unbending souls Who yearn with outstretched arms to higher climb And see in you the secret answer found, The omnipotent cosmologist of time.
Clear ray of timeless beauty ever born Give now the foundling spirit inspired speech And hasten with Thy smile the sunlit days So to thy feet our arms outstretched may reach.
In every breast a mighty murmur break That calls through aspiring heart the soul to wake. We bow before thee, Mother, we chant your name And all the world seems housed in your slight frame.
Poems Undated (1727)
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