A longing that constrains the breath, Hopes that will not die, A certitude outlasting death And life's indignity.
A dream of unpolluted earth, The blue of crystal skies, A crucible for higher birth And heaven's majesties.
Descend once more O stainless feet, Touch our sacred soil, Cleanse our hearts of all deceit That we may knowing toil
To hasten the advent of the day The centuries have sought, Walk now the clear and sunlit way Transcending mortal thought.
Poems Undated (1727)
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