Fitful rest as on these weary eyes Sleep passes over as a drifting cloud To linger only moments then the skies Are clear again and I am not allowed To enter those revivifying streams, And yet my spirit gains a certain peace Focused on a thought more real than dreams, Knows its destined journey will not cease Until the dawn for which it came is seen. The baggage of the mind must be disposed, The body learn to bear the light of change, For all must open that now is locked or closed And the sun of all our being rearrange These satellites in orbits of their own, Harness their universal energies Scattered now as seeds poorly sown Or manipulated by foreign entities, To join in concert with our greater stars As one united force towards its goal Sees breaking free from time's constraining bars The full illumination of the soul.
Poems Undated (1727)
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