Although the world in its chaotic haste Thy precious gifts reject and would abuse, Hurrying to destroy and to lay waste Brother, kin, the Power to misuse,
Acknowledging our human frailty Eternity within our bodies lies. Towards the absolute necessity The psychic cognizant of deeper ties
Begins to stir and consciousness to leap Hearing the timeless call of the Divine, And waking from its mesmerizing sleep Catches here a glimpse and there a sign.
Though few now sing to Thee as a pilgrim choir Music that is a flowering of soul, Or weave Thee garlands of song, hearts still aspire, And harps of human gratitude extol
The grace of God that Thou hast planted here, The seeds of light from the heavens' seen Emerging in earth's turbid atmosphere. We, anointed, bow to Thee O Queen.
Poems Undated (1727)
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