When I beheld the Mother's face I knew divinity would erase The stumblings and the falls of man As only descending Power can And beauty bring to tortured earth Of penury and worthless worth, A harmony to cure its faults, Open the golden inner vaults Where love and eternal riches find Guarded by an Overmind That reaches out to mortal kind The turn towards Truth, the past unwind, And all at once the spirit knows The Perfect Path on which it goes.
Poems Undated (1727)
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