What value accrues to us with surface yields That fuel the vital and the physical, Our baubles of power, our portion of minuscule greed, Desire's dominion and its constant claim for more? Where lies in us the progress of the soul The offering of spirit to the One We cannot see but occasionally feel Somewhere within this aging bodily frame. Can we not find true meaning in our life And merge our souls into the One Divine?
Poems Undated (1727)
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