I am the world, in me the ages dwell, The saint who walks the earth with bleeding feet The soldier on the battlefield of hell Dying in his column's vain retreat.
I am the pilgrim ever seeking peace, The sinner lost to dark and sated deeps, The master's cur who lives alone to please, The seaman's wife who fearful vigil keeps.
I am a thousand prayers that soar to thee, The curses of the multitudes of hate, The children sold into a slavery Far worse than death by an uncaring fate.
I am the sun who yields to night's caress, The moon of solitude who bids us dream And dreaming touch within a tenderness That hangs its hope upon the daybreak's gleam.
Yet who am I silent and alone Who knows not past and to the future blind, I am the all in all and yet am none I am the riddle of all humankind.
Poems Undated (1727)
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