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SONGS OF THE SOUL
Mine cup of aged heartWith ceaseless thrills to start.Morrow each and each todayWith newer love I will sing my lay.The voices same do sing the layIn temple church and fane:But I deign ne’er to hearThe strains all stained with age-old tear;My fountain flows anew today,With newer tears will flow my lay.In the same old churchI'll newly sing and search,In the same old sermonFor unending truths and newer reason;In the same old organ will I seekThe newer hopes of new-born week.
Every day, oh, every dayThe bell will ring a new Sunday,And bathed in Thy beaming rayWith newer thoughts I'll sing my lay.

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