It seems this body old yet young is still A tabernacle of love consigned to Thee. Of life's desires I have had my fill And aspire to live Thy slave eternally.
The progress of this outer world is slow, Humanity immured in vice and sin But for those of us the falsehood down below Is where we let our consciousness begin.
How many years of preparation found Us lying in the dark not knowing why We turned from light and the eternal sound Forgetting our descent from eternity.
The hour is upon us and we pray To no longer shun the brilliance of the day!
Poems Undated (1727)
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