This longing that strains the very breath, These hopes that will not die, A certitude outlasting death And life's indignity.
A dream of unexploited earth, A vision of crystal skies, The crucible for higher birth And heaven's majesties.
Descend again with stainless feet O Beauty touch our soil, Cleanse our hearts of all deceit That we may knowing toil
And hasten towards the golden day The centuries have sought And walk upon the golden way Thy sacrifice has bought.
Poems Undated (1727)
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