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WORDS.
Words are but leaves to the tree of mind;
Where breezy fancy plays;
Or echoes from the souls which find
Expression's subtle ways.
Where breezy fancy plays;
Or echoes from the souls which find
Expression's subtle ways.
A beaming lamp to idea's feet
Where sentinel thought abides;
Or a guide to the soul's retreat,
Where master man presides.
Where sentinel thought abides;
Or a guide to the soul's retreat,
Where master man presides.
A jewel trembling on the tongue,
The index of the heart;
The black mask from the spirit wrung.
Revealing every part.
The index of the heart;
The black mask from the spirit wrung.
Revealing every part.
A ship upon the sea of life,
With all her sails aswell;
Her cargo being the bread of life,
Or the cindered dross of hell.
With all her sails aswell;
Her cargo being the bread of life,
Or the cindered dross of hell.
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