the soul's quest.
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For my soul was far too young
To read their tones aright:
But they led me to the Light;
For one thought within me sprung
As I watched the great waves roll—
It was borne in to my soul—
That I should never die.
So the voices of the sea
Sang of Immortality:
And my soul began her quest.
To read their tones aright:
But they led me to the Light;
For one thought within me sprung
As I watched the great waves roll—
It was borne in to my soul—
That I should never die.
So the voices of the sea
Sang of Immortality:
And my soul began her quest.
Fast flew the days, the days of my girlhood,
Those days that are always so sweet;
And swiftly, swiftly, time bore me onward
Where "brook and river meet."
Those days that are always so sweet;
And swiftly, swiftly, time bore me onward
Where "brook and river meet."
Flowers of promise grew by the wayside,
And ever, while tripping along,
Friendship beguiled, and Hope ever willing
Sang me her sweetest song.
And ever, while tripping along,
Friendship beguiled, and Hope ever willing
Sang me her sweetest song.
Then the wild wind would whisper in passing,
Whither away! art on thy quest?
And the silver stars smiled down upon me,
I loved their voices best.
Whither away! art on thy quest?
And the silver stars smiled down upon me,
I loved their voices best.
The Thunder spoke, and I loved to hear it—
I loved its deep melodious roll;
For it echoed long in my heart, and answered
The voices of my soul.
I loved its deep melodious roll;
For it echoed long in my heart, and answered
The voices of my soul.
