The mystery of life discloses Sweetly from the fragrant roses Epiphanies of what shall be When man from violent lust shall free Imprisoned soul, let beauty come And then possess its rightful home Where all the world becomes divine The time has come, there is the sign! I saw within the brightened sky A face that told me none must die, The roses fragrance tells a tale That human efforts will not fail.
Poems Undated (1727)
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