I seek not heaven's fortunes nor the prize Of peace from which all understanding comes. Nor do I wish detachment that denies The fragrant earth for solitude that numbs
The very soul adventuring within To comprehend this miracle of green Set in a blue surround, and the din Of life embattled breaking the world's serene.
I still would choose the marvel-winged in hues More beautiful than saintly crowns and song To thrill the heart, its pain and sorrow lose Amongst the blossoming of Spring, the long
And sweet departure of the fires of fall, The silence in the white time of the year; These and more, respond to the inner call To heal the earth and draw the Godhead near.
Poems Undated (1727)
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