How She has moulded the unwilling clay! Recalcitrant, obtuse and ego-willed, To realize that all we do or say Is seen in clouded light and error-filled
Until the soul shall sing upon the heights And drive the engine of the body-mind, Exultant cells awake divine delights And every breath attuned, no longer blind
To truth and love and beauty, life divine Upon this earth oppressed by man, despoiled, Their lives the living symbol and the sign Of Godhead's will, for this through ages toiled,
Their sacrifice, the suffering endured. We cannot plumb the darkness they have seen While we are in such ignorance immured Nor hope to scale supernal peaks and glean
A fragment of the bliss that from their hand Is offered to the vast surrendered heart. For all we have achieved is etched in sand Yet soon shall be revealed the Maker's art.
Poems Undated (1727)
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