a word with my soul.
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Soul, no Past can shelter thee:
Pleasant though its rooms may be,
Opening unto earth,
Filled with bloom and mirth,
To-day thou dost in vain return
To kindle fires that will not burn:
As vainly shut its doors,
Or veil its haunted floors.
Pleasant though its rooms may be,
Opening unto earth,
Filled with bloom and mirth,
To-day thou dost in vain return
To kindle fires that will not burn:
As vainly shut its doors,
Or veil its haunted floors.
Soul, thou hast arisen now
To the Present's sunnier glow:
Thy windows are flung wide
To light, on every side:
Beloved comrades gather here,
For work, and company, and cheer.
Look in or out, and own
How fair thy world has grown.
To the Present's sunnier glow:
Thy windows are flung wide
To light, on every side:
Beloved comrades gather here,
For work, and company, and cheer.
Look in or out, and own
How fair thy world has grown.
Sayest thou, Soul,
"Here will I live;
Peace enjoy, and blessings give"?
Tarriers of a day,
Dear guests will not stay:
Wild winter comes: thy vines are bare:
Storm-beaten walls need large repair:
"Here will I live;
Peace enjoy, and blessings give"?
Tarriers of a day,
Dear guests will not stay:
Wild winter comes: thy vines are bare:
Storm-beaten walls need large repair:
