What happiness is there in transient things, The little joys built on small desires, What sadness and what sorrow to us brings The advent of the fierce and cleansing fires?
We must find the centre of the peace Inhabiting both animal and man That aspiration in us will not cease Until attainment of the superman,
And more, to conquer higher worlds unknown Where the Godhead also may be seen, The light of all the worlds brightly shone And the perfect visage of the eternal Queen.
Poems Undated (1727)
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