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NO TROPHY-PILE.
No trophy-pile—no incense-pyre
For thee, thou Soul of light and fire!
And shall we see thee sink in dust,
And, to its vile embrace entrust—
Ah! not the unfettered deathless mind,
But the poor slough it leaves behind!
For thee, thou Soul of light and fire!
And shall we see thee sink in dust,
And, to its vile embrace entrust—
Ah! not the unfettered deathless mind,
But the poor slough it leaves behind!
No incense-pyre—no trophy-pile
Thou need'st, proud soaring Soul, the while!
Earth may forget thee, thou, the exiled,
Of other Worlds thou'rt now the child!
But she would know thee not—as thou
Art glorified and altered now!
Thou need'st, proud soaring Soul, the while!
Earth may forget thee, thou, the exiled,
Of other Worlds thou'rt now the child!
But she would know thee not—as thou
Art glorified and altered now!
No trophy-pile—no incense-pyre
For thee, winged Soul of light and fire!
Creation's the Cathedral-shrine
Meet for a Memory like thine.
All elements—all powers that be—
Telling of Heaven—shall talk of thee!
For thee, winged Soul of light and fire!
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Meet for a Memory like thine.
All elements—all powers that be—
Telling of Heaven—shall talk of thee!
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