1/15/02
I met the Great of God unknown to man Who purified of all ignoble traits Work to manifest the overman Who dwells in calm seclusion by our gates.
Spirits who were the force behind all art, The flowering of pure creative souls, The majesty of minds that lived apart From common thoughts and lure of common goals.
I watched them move in their unhurried ways Devotees and realised beings who came To meet the mighty Mother and to raise This earthly kind to the Immortal's flame.
They lift our hearts and ever shall they be The advancing line in our march to Deity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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