The blue that comes upon the night, The green reflected on the lake, This world was made for our delight, A sacred trust we must not break.
The heavens now descending here Moving at evolution's pace, Annulling evil, vanquishing fear, Preparing a superhuman race.
Will humankind collaborate And overcome desire's pull Is life in darkness still our fate Or wake to see the All-beautiful.
Poems Undated (1727)
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