Once again I have returned home To the chill end of winter, burgeoning spring, Greeted by my silent friend, the hawk. Perhaps I only understand one thing,
Love made the world and love alone can save Man from himself until a greater Man appear Upon the far horizon of the world. No longer need the anguish and the fear
Trouble the morning or at evening's close Depress the heart and infiltrate the mind, For some have seen and many surely felt The strong vibrations hiding just behind
Unfinished God dressed in flesh and bone, One who is us and is the vast Alone.
Poems Undated (1727)
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