Tread lightly on shifting sand, loose the bond And slowly scale the great forbidding peak Communing with a voice from the beyond Ever aware that he whom you now seek
Is lodged within this cabin made of clay, A silent tenant who sanctifies the room And sees through eyes though blind approaching day The breaking light dispelling mortal gloom,
Who wakes the sleeping soul from reverie And stokes the fire on the sacred hearth, Assures the body's immortality The stranger we meet upon the sunlit path
Whose face and voice from past acquaintance know And steadily into his image grow.
Poems Undated (1727)
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