We come to Thee mendicants of Grace Who hold false claim to everything we own, O Avatar of the golden Way What grandeur's seed in earth Thy hand hast sown,
The world to save from man's destructive rage. Allured to darkness and satanic guile Though Presences divine await his call All sacred things his blood-lust would defile.
Yet Thou hast come to temper coarsened steel And hone the blade to shore through evil's chain, Return man to his heritage of love, Reclaim the earth for spirit's sole domain.
Stronger now the voice within our depths Exhorts us to be masters of our fate, And from the wellspring of our hidden souls The glorious renaissance celebrate.
Poems Undated (1727)
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