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THOU NOBLE SOUL
Thou, noble soul, which upward speeds its way.
Be not drawn back by strings of earthly gain.—
But ever onward in thy gladsome lay
Remember sweetest ends bring deepest pain.

Thou noble soul, whose day is now, but, dawning,
Let not an evil cloud obscure thy morn—
But, in the waking hours of fairest morning:
With silver chimes, the Holy word adorn.

Thou. noble soul. who wills that nothing more,
Of earthly treasure, shall avail or count,—
But, only that which enters Heaven's door
Shall he accepted as thy true account.

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