Through all the years of wandering We once again return To the fount of light by sun-drenched shores Where the inner fires burn.
A spiritual home ever welcoming The traveller of the soul With its tangible intensity In quest of the highest goal.
A melting pot where the seeker feels The rays of truth descend And bows the frame spontaneously His smallness to transcend.
Poems Undated (1727)
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