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A SOUL LOST, AND FOUND
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He turned about;
His life went out;
"If go I must, so must I go!"
Cried she—"No, no;
Ah, what were life without thee!"


A SOUL LOST, AND FOUND

I

Lo! here another
Soul has gone down.
Hope led each morrow;
Honor was all;
Faith had no fall;
Fortune no frown.
Brother by brother
Bowed to each sorrow.
None had lost heart;
Life was love, life was art.


II

We could but follow!
Quenchless his fire;
The mightier the burden
The stronger his soul,
The higher the goal.
Now see the mire
Soil him and swallow!
Heaven! what guerdon
Worth such a cost!
Love, art, life—lost, all lost.


III

Down to the pallid

Figure of death