Now having passed my eighty-second year And grown a little conscious of my flaws There is nothing more that causes me to fear Though I am aware of darkness that still gnaws
At restless mind affording scanty peace And yet I have been blessed beyond compare By the Grace that entered me and helped release The prisoner to breathe a heavenly air
And learn to offer self progressively, To trust the entry of the saving Grace To feel the advent of divinity And set the spirit in its appointed place,
Above all creeds, philosophies, and ‘isms', The countless iterations of desires When evolution seems a work of schisms Inundating mind with infernal fires
We must cling to Truth, we the few Who seek by Them to make the world anew.
Poems Undated (1727)
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