As in a ivory tower captive now The mind in endless circles paces round Unable to loose its grip or to allow The being firmly in the soul to ground.
Late perhaps we may yet realize The light we bear to illumine untrod ways And on an earth we humans spoil yet prize Cast on our sleep its first awakening rays.
No rage against the night's iniquity Shall deliver man from his darker nature's needs, To look on all with calm and equal eye To hail the truth and drop outmoded creeds,
Redress the grievance of the soul's imprisoned plight, Is all our charge, and deep humility, And turning from the lingering lures of night Wake in our hearts the songs of divinity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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