Now I see Her flaming there, The Mother of the Gods of Light Descending through the midnight air, Appearing to the wakened sight That heaven might on earth repose, For earth contains the mystic rose And those who are calling I suppose, Will realize the force that flows Through earth and sky and into man The beauty bringer since time began.
Poems Undated (1727)
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