Here where the eyes of the world pry not nor see, In a room of sleep I kneel before Thy feet And speak to Thee as a child of eternity Of being's aspiration, Thy grace entreat
To unclasp the iron stranglehold of mind And open to us the gates of lasting peace Where those who seek the well of silence find Pain's acquittance and soul's immense release,
Who take up swiftly life's divergent parts Offer the dull recalcitrance of thought, Exchange all vital moods for psychic arts, Warrior-souls who in timeless battles fought
For earth's collective aggregate to rise, Now captives of the truth-light in Her eyes.
Poems Undated (1727)
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