Too often we forget the spirit's charge Lost in the splendid centuries of man, The magnificent creations of his art And his mental constructions evolving plot and plan.
Yet are there moments that awaken the inner life Occurring in sudden spaces of the soul, By chance encounter, harmony or strife And set our steps towards the heightened goal.
All life's perfections are born from vision within, For a greater consciousness moves our hearts and hands To create the masterworks transcending time From realms alone the spirit understands.
Written after a visit to Venice and the Louvre in Paris.
Poems Undated (1727)
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