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THE HUMAN SOUL.
The great of intellect, the high of soul,Who taught Philosophy to soar aboveMaterial changing forms of time and space,And rest within Ideas' own true realm;Ideas changeless as their Source divine.And, oh! what homage do we render thee,Thou mighty giant in the world of thought!And not till thought itself shall cease to be,Shall Aristotle find oblivion's shade.Much truth within, Philosophy here found;Much grandeur in ideas Art hath wrought. We fain would linger on thy classic shores,Thou Heaven-gifted, thou beloved Greece;But fleeting time forbids our longer stay. O human soul! how great, how high thy thought,Though broke the links uniting thee to Heav'n!And now Jehovah's eye is on thee turned,In pity for thy sad, thy lost estate;And God's own hand shall bind those broken linksAnd claim thee once again the child of Heav'n.And yet let sorrow mingle with thy joy;For thee, redemption's work is only wroughtThrough anguish and through suffering Divine.This solemn epoch in thy historyThou shalt, O soul! within thy mem'ry bearWhile everlasting ages onward roll. Philosophy and Art shall serve thee still,
