If the remembrance of the heart remains When mind is swept away in whirls of thought And the vital is enamoured of itself, If the thread of higher consciousness is caught
It is enough, we shall outlast time. The mighty and the fallen and the proud All enter through the selfsame door at birth And when the furrows of our lives are ploughed
The grains of small accomplishments are sown And reaped the meagre harvest of our days We all leave at the last through death's small door And venture into unknown realms of space.
But those who keep upon their lips the Name Smooth passage find to islands of the blessed, The heart remembered so the Lord shall lead The soul to its appointed place of rest.
Poems Undated (1727)
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