BEAUTIFUL SOUL.
Stay, Soul Beautiful, stay, oh, stay!
Listen again to my crying, dear;
Pause even while pursuing your way
To your home in heaven's most shining sphere.
Beautiful Soul, how came you so fair?
Did God when He made you leave out sin,—
With so little of earth and so much of air
That the dust fell away from the spirit within?
As a drop of dew in its delicate sphere
Holds imprisoned a globe of the morning light,
And exhaling frees to the amosphere
The molecule of sun it has stayed in its flight,
So you lived in your beautiful body, Sweet,
And shone through its white and dainty mould;
So you passed away from world's toil and heat
To the glory that gathered you in its fold.
And I? Will my soul when it is free
Discover the print of your spirit feet,
And follow and find? O ecstacy,
To come where you are, my Sweet, my Sweet!
Drop down along your shimmering way
The golden dust of your shining wings,
And haste not too much, but pause and stay
While my soul essays its journeyings,
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