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SONGS OF THE SOUL
THE TATTERED DRESS
I see Thy Magic Hands of Death
Snatch away in stealth
And change the tattered dress,
Which fondly men caress
With blind attachment,
Into soul-sheen habiliment,—
This newly given robe—
That shines with all the beauties of Thy globe.
Snatch away in stealth
And change the tattered dress,
Which fondly men caress
With blind attachment,
Into soul-sheen habiliment,—
This newly given robe—
That shines with all the beauties of Thy globe.
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