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SOUL AND MIND.
A clear, sweet voice stole on my ear,
A voice of wondrous melody,
As from the mirror’s crystal depths
My Soul looked out and answered me.
I cannot tell you what she said,
For words of mine are all too weak;
It was no language of this earth
In which my Soul to me did speak.
Oh! Wondrous were the words she spake,
Wisdom and Truth, sublime and grand!
They hushed my mind’s wild questioning
And fell upon my heart like balm.
Her eyes met mine with steadfast gaze,
Until, abashed, I gazed no more,
But knelt before my God, and prayed
As I had never prayed before.
