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THE HUMAN SOUL.
Within one hand she bears an ancient scroll;And Clio, muse of Hist'ry, takes our hand,To lead us back into the silent past,To search thy history, O human soul!She lifts the veil of sixty centuries.And now behold, in Palestina's climeThe human soul, rejoicing in its pow'rsOf new-born dignity and strength, receivesPrimeval science from its Maker's hand,Exalted converse doth with beings hold,Immortal dwellers of celestial spheres,Yet drawn by holy bonds of sympathyWith human soul companionship to claim.These were thy Eden days, O human soul!Whence came o'er thee so soon that shadow dark?It was the shadow of Jehovah's frown;For thou His mandate high hadst disobeyed,And broke the bonds uniting thee to Heav'n.Then some of thy great pow'rs, to powers turnedOf darkness, and yet mighty still in strength,Worked woe and desolation all around.A moral darkness spread o'er all the earth;Just indignation filled the courts of Heaven,And sadness reigned far through the universe;The very heav'ns, that sphered the darkened earth,Grew black and dismal at Jehovah's frown.The angry clouds then to each other spoke
