 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Hath many a dying year brought forth her like.
Is he to-day the Teacher, the soul-blessed.
And she, the cherished of his blameless youth:
Grey-headed now, a lowly meek recluse;
(Seceded from the World, to him unwist;)
Follows mongst them, that seek souls' Highest Good.
Is he to-day the Teacher, the soul-blessed.
And she, the cherished of his blameless youth:
Grey-headed now, a lowly meek recluse;
(Seceded from the World, to him unwist;)
Follows mongst them, that seek souls' Highest Good.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |