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SONGS OF THE SOUL
Not here, not hereThe soft capricious wiles of flowers,Nor swarming storm clouds’ sweeping terror,Nor doomsday’s thunder drearDismantling earth and stars,The cosmic beauties all to mar;  Dishevelling of trees  And light-haired skies,  Nor nature’s murderous mutiny  Nor man’s all-powerful destiny  Can touch me here.
  Not here, not here—  Through mind’s strong iron bars  No gods nor goblins, no men nor nature  Without my pass dare enter.  I look behind, ahead,  And on naught but darkness tread.  In wrath I strike, and set it ablaze  With the immortal spark of thought,  By the friction process brought

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