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Rh Now the long shadows eastward creep,

The golden sun is setting;

Take, Lord! the worship of our sleep,

The praise of our forgetting.

"DAY UNTO DAY UTTERETH SPEECH"

PART IV

THE SOUL

messengers to me from heaven came

And said: "There is a deathless human soul;

It is not lost, as is the fiery flame

That dies into the undistinguished whole.

Ah, no; it separate is, distinct as God—

Nor any more than He can it be killed;

Then fearless give thy body to the clod,

For naught can quench the light that once it filled!"