O silver falcon soaring through earth's skies Marrying the lands of day and night Carrying souls towards far destinies, I watch the star-fields cast their gathered light
Patterning a world of random chance Or so it seems when I deny these eyes The deeper view that sees all happenstance Significant with occult mysteries. For through the dust of darkness that belies The mind's perception of a void of space, I see beyond the heavenly disguise The white beginnings of a godlike race.
Poems Undated (1727)
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