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SONGS OF THE SOUL


  Upon the things behind, ahead  Of the darkness ’round me spread.  I lock Dame Nature out  With all her fickle rout:  Somewhere here  In the darkness drear  I myself with cheer  My course will steerIn the pathE’er sought by all:Its magnet-callI hear.
Not here, not hereApollo would his burning chariot steer;Nor Dian dares to peepInto the sacred silence deep.
Not here, not hereThe mounts nor rebel waves, nor far or near,Can make me full of fear, nor evermoreTheir dreadful grandeur adore.[continued]

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