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 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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