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THIS DAY, O SOUL.
THIS day, O soul, I give you a
wondrous mirror;
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay — But the cloud has pass'd, and the tarnish gone;
. . . Behold, O soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror,
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay — But the cloud has pass'd, and the tarnish gone;
. . . Behold, O soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror,
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.
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