Walking lonely, walking blind In the outposts of the mind I came into a silent space Where troubled thought could find no place And error was a stranger there. There was such magic in the air The bursting soul in me took flight At once so filled with strange delight I flew above myself and then Looked down upon the lives of men Foiled by desire and deceit Could find no avenue for feet That wandered from the paths of God, Into the darkest regions trod Or thorn-strewn paths aware no more Of all that they had been before Descent into the earthly life With all its suffering and strife, And yet I saw stand beside Each fallen soul an angel guide, Protector of the upward Way A designate of God to stay The evil force that seeks to rule And make of man his willing tool. Then I felt my soul descend Through realms of light that did not end, A world reborn and without stain, Saw falsehood die and man attain, Leaving all the past behind The glory of the Supermind.
Poems Undated (1727)
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