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"Those shadows in the meadows,
Running a fitful race;
With pleasure once they thrilled me,
But coldly now I gaze."
Running a fitful race;
With pleasure once they thrilled me,
But coldly now I gaze."
Fear not; oh! not so lightly
The soul of mortal dies;
It has but wept itself to sleep,
And all unconscious lies.
The soul of mortal dies;
It has but wept itself to sleep,
And all unconscious lies.
The surging feelings overwrought,
They have but ebbed away,
And left the soul a little while
With all their changeful spray.
They have but ebbed away,
And left the soul a little while
With all their changeful spray.
But stronger, deeper, fuller, in
The billowy tide will roll,
And overflood, with life and love,
The ever living soul.
The billowy tide will roll,
And overflood, with life and love,
The ever living soul.
