So many seasons have I passed Among the flowers I have loved, Their wondrous secrets have amassed And in their fragrance I have moved A neophyte who lives to learn The mystic numbers of their forms The green of leaves the humble fern And how all life beyond all norms Is One and of this one is He Who is within the smallest grain. He is the unified mystery Who comes to us in our pain And lives within us secretly Revealing the untold mystery.
Poems Undated (1727)
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