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Rh O my soul, whence came it? And how many centuries has it passed Haply through souls of my forefathers, ere unto me it came? On how many marriage-tables as a requiem-cloth was it cast? On how many rose-hued smiles came its chill and earthen blast? And in how many lamps did it blanch amid salt and essence of flame? “Dawning in the West” (1896).