Songs of the Soul/Part 1/Soul Is Marching On
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SOUL IS MARCHING ON
The shining stars are sunk in darkness,
The weary sun is dead at night,
The moon’s soft smile doth fade anon,—
But still my soul is marching on.
The weary sun is dead at night,
The moon’s soft smile doth fade anon,—
But still my soul is marching on.
The grinding wheel of Time has crushed
Full many a life of moon and stars
And many a brightly smiling morn;—
But still my soul is marching on.
Full many a life of moon and stars
And many a brightly smiling morn;—
But still my soul is marching on.
The flowers bloomed, then hid in gloom,
The bounty of the trees did cease,
Colossal men have come and gone;—
But still my soul is marching on.
The bounty of the trees did cease,
Colossal men have come and gone;—
But still my soul is marching on.
The aeons one by one are flying,—
The arrows one by one are lost,
Dimly, slowly life is fading,—
But still my soul is marching on.
The arrows one by one are lost,
Dimly, slowly life is fading,—
But still my soul is marching on.
Darkness, death, and failures vied,—
To block my path they fiercely tried;
My fight with jealous Nature’s strong;—
But still my soul is marching on.
To block my path they fiercely tried;
My fight with jealous Nature’s strong;—
But still my soul is marching on.