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ON READING ‘THE ROOTS OF THE MOUNTAINS’
A great hand opens portals wide.My soul, my soul,
We twain may pass, still side by side,
These golden gates that lift a scroll
High o'er us weary—Here Abide!
| Chambers Twain | |
My soul, my soul,
We twain may pass, still side by side,
These golden gates that lift a scroll
High o'er us weary—Here Abide!