Were I to come again, as surely I must, I would not be a sinner or a saint, But in the unfolding of the soul in form Ask nothing but to serve with equal hand The Will of those enlightened ones who came To plant the Truth within our earthly soil. What they would choose for me, that I would choose, A heart conjoined with silent mind to heed The call that comes unmixed from the Supreme, The wisdom-splendour and divine decree
Poems Undated (1727)
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