Knutzen did preach: 'live honest, harm ye none,
And give to each the merit they deserve.'
But yet from life's trials, he does swiftly run,
And could not bear the strains that oft unnerve.
To shun belief in the angels and in the life
Beyond this mortal coil, 'tis sheer folly.
For unity in the faith can end much strife,
The vulgar evils can be cleansed from history.
Mankind does swing 'twixt impiety and grace,
With wars 'twixt faith and doubt, a bitter fight.
Better to see God's presence in this place,
The absolute, whose love does shine bright.
None are like Him, the merciful and kind,
With humble heart, forgiving all mankind.
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