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IX.GOD AND THE SOUL.
Life is self-centred, and the light withinShines out upon the spheres of other lives,
Giving, receiving, into the deep hives
Of spirit, sense transformed to thought, made thin,
Essential, vital. So doth man outspin
The beautiful, the good, the just, the grand,
And all the kind affections round us stand
Like children whose sweet laughter cannot sin.
Life is self-centred, though revolving too
In its thrice-glorious abysmal sphere,
Spring blossoms, summer comes, fruits that ne'er grew
Elsewhere in our inspired hearts appear:
But who shall speak of that sole Sun, the True,
Whose light sheds down the fervours of our Year?
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