I can remember when the world was new And love descended on this blue-green sphere. He touched the soil and fragrant flowers grew, And whispered sleep into the poppy's ear; A time when soul expressed its fragrance too And life in all its plenitude drew near. The carefree rose needed not the thorn And daffodils announced the rites of Spring. It was a world of wonder so new-born That sorrow was an unfamiliar thing And heaven seemed imprinted on the earth. I saw as with a visionary's sight The joy of man's becoming and his birth To be the king of matter and its light And all of happy life beneath his feet. But then a darkness crowding down the skies, Rendered unto life the first deceit, Ignorance and greed and treacheries Came covering with veils the early sun, The glory that we knew was now despair, The battle lost before it had begun And covering earth a pestilential air. The halo I had glimpsed around each face Now dulled into death's mask and life's defeat, Of beauty lingered not a lasting trace But darkness crowding down the sunless skies. And yet a music dwells within us still And loveliness not visible to eyes That see the surface waves, have not the will To soar into those vast ethereal skies Where we are one with universal love. From this clay-mask person we must rise Uniting all below with God above.
Poems Undated (1727)
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