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SONGS OF THE SOUL

THE TATTERED DRESS

I see Thy Magic Hands of Death
Snatch away in stealth
And change the tattered dress,
Which fondly men caress
With blind attachment,
Into soul-sheen habiliment,—
This newly given robe—
That shines with all the beauties of Thy globe.

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