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To the Soul.
Till they see beyond the grave,— Till they pierce beneath the flesh,—  Till the weaker at death no longer  Are fain of the word of the stronger;—“Be brave, my brother, be brave; Thy day beginneth afresh!”
When good is worn of all, Deemed priceless as though rare;  When evil has lain forsaken,  Thrown down long since untaken,Its strength become so small, It is not worth men’s wear;
When the body all work has done, And the mind all wisdom learnt,  And found their labour and learning  But as toil that brings no earning,In the face of the full fair sun But as needless lanterns burnt;
When thou, O Soul, art found Beneath thy lowly guise;  When men have proclaimed thee royal,  And to thee, and none other, loyal,Have made thy power to abound Till all alike are wise.
But this is not yet; and now The god lies bound in us;  Still, searching the dusky portal  Cloven through all things mortal,His white and prostrate brow We may discover thus.
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