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SONGS OF THE SOUL


  Of concentration
  And distraction;—
  The darkness burns
  With a million tongues,
  And now I spy
  All past, all distant things as nigh.

I smile serene
As I expose to gaze
In wisdom’s brilliant blaze
All charms of the Hidden Home Unseen:
The Home of Nature’s birth,
The planets’ moulding hearth,
The factory whence all forms or fairies start,
The bards, colossal minds and hearts,
The gods and all,
And all, and all!

Away, Away
With all the lightsome lays;—
Oh, I’ll now portray
In humble way,

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