An awful wonder breaks upon these eyes That dimly see the slow approach of Dawn, An aspiration flowering to the skies Towards the distant godhead ever close is borne. Reflected in the mirror of the morn Her dream of perfect earth, resplendent man. The busy mind now stilled to thought's tirade And the endless ages our desires span, At rest, at ease, of silence unafraid In cradle of night and day begins again The call of the soul for irrevocable release. The conscious inner being waits suppressed Desiring not escape from earth for peace To the guiding Angel of the Way addressed Its plea for progressive opening without cease. Failing the power native to Spirit's height Upon the ego's dissolution waits And descending grace companioned by the Light That dissolves the Karmic burden, alleviates The pain of separate self in God's delight.
Poems Undated (1727)
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