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SONGS OF THE SOUL

THE TATTERED DRESS

I see Thy Magic Hands of DeathSnatch away in stealthAnd change the tattered dress,Which fondly men caressWith blind attachment,Into soul-sheen habiliment,—This newly given robe—That shines with all the beauties of Thy globe.

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