All is varied with flowers gay
And the soul, expressive as the sun!
Aloft, carefree, I dream dreams to be
Among the forlorn bones of war-torn frames!
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The poet has called his life a spirit
To tell the world, their soul, unfit
Lest, a part of God--intent!
Refuge, the poet flees high,--
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Such praise, but these scenes are texts of beauty!
There's no painting half so alluring
Nor any depiction by novelist Faulkner
Can array the soul of God without words.
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