THE HUMAN SOUL.
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Made nobler through the influence divineReligion's presence o'er their spirits wields.The muse of Hist'ry drops the veil of time,And in the past's dim land we roam no more,But with the present now stand face to face. O human soul! thou wondrous work divine,Born later than the spheres, yet shall survive them all,The light of eighteen centuries is thine.The holy and the great of ev'ry age,Their voices sounding through the halls of time,To action, noble action, call thee now.The High and Holy One who rules o'er all,Who unto thee, O soul! thy being gave,For mighty, glorious work hath destined thee.The world of thought all round about thee lies;'Tis bounded only by infinity;Here thou, O human soul! mayst ever roam.Behold! afar beneath the bright clear blazeOf Heav'n's own light, a lofty temple stands.Speed thitherward, O soul! thy willing way;Tis Truth, 'tis God's own priestess meets thee there.Oh, fear not thou to lay upon her shrineAll that thou art, and all thou hast to give;Immortal glory thy reward shall be.And mighty is the work her cause demands;For dark contending pow'rs roam o'er the earth,With deadly weapons armed; though oft disguised
