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SONGS OF THE SOUL


  Of concentration  And distraction;—  The darkness burns  With a million tongues,  And now I spy  All past, all distant things as nigh.
I smile sereneAs I expose to gazeIn wisdom’s brilliant blazeAll charms of the Hidden Home Unseen:The Home of Nature’s birth,The planets’ moulding hearth,The factory whence all forms or fairies start,The bards, colossal minds and hearts,The gods and all,And all, and all!
Away, AwayWith all the lightsome lays;—Oh, I’ll now portrayIn humble way,

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