Soul, Inner Soul
That soaring ever
Flies wherever it wills
Endowed still
By that Human Intelligence
That it received at birth:
Soaring
Soaring
In the high heavens
No, no, it soars
The Inner Soul in freedom that
It had not
Now
Where no power however great will reach it
Where no glory of the earth will tamper it.
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