O man thou representative of God Who in thy bosom hold His force and flame, Yet seem a work magnificent but marred Or flawed attempt in some tremendous game
Of chance to win thy immortality. In bodies weak and minds so circumscribed As worship a dim and masked divinity Who can be bought with shallow prayer or bribed
With empty gifts on altars of desire. My radiance is symbol of his care, For thou must burn all dross and reaching higher Attain the realms above the world's despair,
Await the dispensation of His peace, The touch that shall transform and liberate. Tend the flame within and do not cease Until His will becomes thy soul's estate.
Poems Undated (1727)
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