It is the eve and all is still When we celebrate the coming down Of the Mother who all the worlds doth fill, And we, have we towards Her grown Or is this world still misery, A driven race who hug their kind Who cherish animosity Believing humanity is blind. How falsehood rampant on earth has grown Sowing seeds of disharmony But there are some who destined know The way to Truth and Unity.
Poems Undated (1727)
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