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THE SOUL'S COLOUR.
THE hue of Life, as of the Spring, is green,
The hue of Hope, sweet salver of our smarts.
Red is the rose's colour and the heart's,
As blood, which, having lips and cheeks beseen,
Its surplus spends upon the blossoms' queen:
And that of God Apollo's glittering darts,
Like joy, which even as they the dark disparts,
Imperial yellow is, the Summer's sheen.
But the sheer colour of the soul is blue;
For to this body of our mortal birth
The soul is as the heavens to the earth
And so for blazon shares their blessed hue.
Red, yellow, green, awhile may please the eye;
But peace is of the colour of the sky.
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