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SONGS OF THE SOUL

MYSTERY

Burst, inky cloud, do burst,Fling open thy fathomless gloom!In Thy dark chamber mustA million mysteries loom.
Heartless, staring sky!Make quick replyTo aching query of my straining eye,Show what thou hidest and why;—The ceaseless surging thoughtsGo mocking, dancing by,I deign to know their lot.Someone did throw me freeTo battle all alone in this rough sea.Rudderless I drift,Stranded on shoals my boat could n’t shift.
I'll burst the clouds, I'll clean the shoals,I'll rip the sky in twain,

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