It has quickened, the evolution's pace But falsehood too is rising rapidly. Some importune for efficacy of Grace Knowing not the force of Divinity.
We talk, we differ, we are but marionettes If we do not rise into the higher states. On favoritism and power we place our bets Instead of finer peace that generates
Bliss and love and joy for all mankind, Compassion for the weakened and the great Seeking ever with the heart to find, Bowing not to greed and desire that sate
The evolving spirit and halt its skyward thrust. We must maintain at every moment, trust.
Poems Undated (1727)
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