It comes but slowly now descending force Working out the evil still in man, The ugliness, the lowest things that course Through evil hearts and the Asuric plan
To change the nature of our destiny, Through all the worlds Thy Grace and beauty soars And every being is but a part of Thee The mind unable to heal erupting sores
Inflicted on the innocent and young Who are perhaps unable to understand The violent evil with which we have been stung Or how the force of light can countermand
The evil growing daily in our soil The divinity continuing its toil.
Poems Undated (1727)
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