Where is the vaunted calm of which you speak The radiance of the soul that dwells in you? Past and present sins within you reek, The old persists and nothing of the new.
Do you love all as you love your little self? What dwells within the landscape of your mind? You are no more than a pitiful little elf, No representative of a higher kind.
And yet they feel a light and find a peace Surrounding and enveloping you still But somewhere in your soul there is a crease That allows unconscious entry of a will
That holds the darkness in your darkened eyes And all your knowledge eternal truth denies.
Poems Undated (1727)
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