SONGS OF THE SOUL
MYSTERY
Burst, inky cloud, do burst,
Fling open thy fathomless gloom!
In Thy dark chamber must
A million mysteries loom.
Fling open thy fathomless gloom!
In Thy dark chamber must
A million mysteries loom.
Heartless, staring sky!
Make quick reply
To aching query of my straining eye,
Show what thou hidest and why;—
The ceaseless surging thoughts
Go mocking, dancing by,
I deign to know their lot.
Someone did throw me free
To battle all alone in this rough sea.
Rudderless I drift,
Stranded on shoals my boat could n’t shift.
Make quick reply
To aching query of my straining eye,
Show what thou hidest and why;—
The ceaseless surging thoughts
Go mocking, dancing by,
I deign to know their lot.
Someone did throw me free
To battle all alone in this rough sea.
Rudderless I drift,
Stranded on shoals my boat could n’t shift.
I'll burst the clouds, I'll clean the shoals,
I'll rip the sky in twain,
I'll rip the sky in twain,
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