I abhor distortion on this destined globe, Let truth in all it's radiance shine out With love and beauty as it's glowing robe And evil from its sanctuary rout.
These are my prayers that call for peace Amidst the inconscient movements of the mind And the vital lusts of power that do not cease Attempting obstruction of the higher kind And God's descent upon our sacred soil For which the spirit on this earth doth toil.
Poems Undated (1727)
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