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TO SAVE A SOUL
It seems to me a grandest thing
To save the soul from perishing
By planting it where heaven's rain
May reach and make it grow again.
To save the soul from perishing
By planting it where heaven's rain
May reach and make it grow again.
It seems to me the man who leaves
The soul to perish is as one
Who gathers up the empty sheaves
When all the golden grain is done.
The soul to perish is as one
Who gathers up the empty sheaves
When all the golden grain is done.
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