Soul, wherefore fret thee? Striving still to throw
Some light upon the primal mystery
Through rolling ages pondered ceaselessly,
Whence thou hast come, and whither thou shalt go!
Some deepest, secret voice gives thee to know
How, older than created earth...
Gertrude Bloede
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About her head or floating feet
No halo’s starry gleam,
Still dark and swift uprising, like
A bubble in a stream,—A soul, from whose rejoicing heart
The bonds of earth were riven,
Sped upward through the silent night
To the... -
Night after night we dauntlessly embark
On slumber’s stream, in whose deep waves are drowned
Sorrow and care, and with all senses bound
Drift for a while beneath the sombre arc
Of that full circle made of light and dark
Called life, yet have no fear, and...