The lion roars upon the mountain top His teeth are gone and all his regal pride. Once king of this land his prowess now must stop And the hour of his death he must decide.
The warriors of the soul give their life And all they brought to man from heights above Hoping to end the reign of hate and strife And to the world consign their gifts of love
Implant and leave, for none or some have heard The truth that from their lips awaken few, This power of Truth. this power of the Word, Revealing the unknown brought down the new.
As a force of light they came to replenish all Who hearkened to Them or followed Their clarion call.
Poems Undated (1727)
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