The voice that on the mount
Rings
The fires that over the clouds
Rage
And
Grow:
The veil of the sub-conscious
In its throes.
Verse prompting thought
Ah! tempting verse
Full
Of thought each time
You read
Now
Thought swings one way
Now the other swings.
But
And
Yet
Smiles
The
Brain
Content
And smile the Soul
In its eternal restlessness
And searching.
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