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Creating Waves of Awareness

" To Hahnemann, August 10, 1843"

Sleep gently wrappeth thee now in her fold,

Thee, truth's grandest teacher, weary and old,

A new light just gilds the edge of the cloud

That. born of old night, appals like a shroud.

Disunited, thy friends halt on the way ;

In old paths of habit, faint-hearted, stray.

Thou, whose exile shames thy own fatherland,

Thunder above them burn their hearts where they stand

With thy fire of soul till, wakened, they find

In thy sacred laurels new triumphs twined.

Then to the false gods, destroyer, well tried,

To prophets of lies then cry - homicide !

May the brilliant light of thy guardian star,

A fear and remorse, pursue them afar !

Hold outward thy friendly hand as of yore ;

From folly to reason turn them once more,

That at last the holy truth they adore.

Benefactor of men, 0, thou father of health

Art well dowered at last with Immortality's wealth !

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Comment by Debby Bruck on April 10, 2010 at 11:37pm
Lovely poetry on this special day. Who is the author?

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