tain to utter forth in verse

        Some in, my soul throbs audibly

        Along my pulses, yearning to be free

        And somether, fuller, higher, rehearse

        to true, and the universe,

        In mation ht harmony:

        But, like a orted tree,

        e are blo for ever by the curse

        ure. Ohe world is weak !

        to all,

        And    ceive o speak.

        ait, soul, until ts fall,

        And trains, and seek

        Fit peroratio or thrall.
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