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SONGS OF THE SOUL


Now, in the little cup he’ll seeThe unsounded deep of eternity;For ageless hours and endless daysThe ambrosial drink he'll taste and praise.
The deathly thirst so fleshly bornNe’er shall parch his soul again;The cup he’ll drink, but not the bane,To quench his thirst, and bliss attain.And vain would mighty north winds tryCompassion’s gathered tears to dry.

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