There is nought here but leads us to the grave Or worse, a hungering unfulfilled. What greater loss than if the soul awake To darkness in the pits disbelief Having grown accustomed to the light. O pilgrim spirit refuse the ego-road Well-travelled, trod by countless erring feet, But on a lonely height stand unafraid For one who waits within thee is the guide. His hand shall stay the hordes at evil's call, His strength thy strength to face the foe and win From death the body's immortality, A compass ever fixed upon the truth, A mind enabled that sees the guise of sin, The heart become a universal heart To hold the suffering world in its embrace And know beyond all doubt the love that saves, An alchemy change sorrow's songs to bliss That man may forge the future of his fate, The world remake once more to God's design.
Poems Undated (1727)
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