O splendid bringer of the day Reveal the demons we must slay Or slay them with a spear of fire And clear for us the golden way.
Ignorant of the inner sun, Forgetful of past glories won Through conquests of the lethal foe Yet hardly has the fight begun
And now in this embodiment We wonder what past lives have meant And where we ultimately go And what is the divine intent?
Deeper within ourselves to know The light we see now from below, The heavenly realms from which we came The life divine towards which we grow.
Poems Undated (1727)
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