The Rosy Cross I Poem by Naveed Khalid

(On the writings of Mary Shelley & Rosicrucians)

All that is in the world
of love's long diminish'd sense of Being;
and what in words I still am warbling o'er
his e'er lasting song,
that in my breathless rhyme,
I have no tongue to utter;
nor no oppressive power can o'ertake,
Jesus! on the pedestal of thy throne,
only you suffice,
let him who thinks on thee twice,
I'll not of such unnerved blood in vein,
be thy love of woe-begott'n dream.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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