Harsh the wintry soul of man Lagging in this hour of need Obstinate since Time began To grow as grows the tree from seed.
But human growth is cyclical, No soul on earth can swiftly rise, Progress is antithetical When the ego-self seems the all-wise.
A sudden light upon the earth A Grace unknown in times before, The promise of supernal birth Guiding man to open more
Is upon us now the day has come To light our way and bring us home.
Poems Undated (1727)
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