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The Oversoul
Lord of the Oversoul, high Power! a partOf life's great purposes! bright Essence, bound
To lofty deeds; one with Earth's common round,
Having dominion o'er the human heart,
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Keep those in mind, in whom the rare seeds start
Of beauty; dreams, that mortals christen Art,
And Love, of which great Nature is the ground.
Exert for them that power, held on high!
And wield your sceptre for their strength of mind!
Sustain their weakness! shield the instrument
Through which you labor, from the needs that lie
Around all life! and in a way as kind
Fulfill your purpose of divine intent.
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