No touch or strain is heard Of those high notes of song Quivering in night's lament, In an age gone wrong.
Comes there no voice befriending Stars whose patient reign Have lost in dim obscurity Of clouds their high domain?
Faint footfalls come on earth-dust As one who scatters seeds To winds of fairness beckoning Days of sunlit deeds.
Recall forgotten journeys And threads of former lives, Awake to stellar memories The Self that now arrives.
Poems Undated (1727)
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