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WE seek the keys that unto souls, unlock the door, Invite us in And show us higher rhapsodies upon life's harp, where we begin The conquest of this earthly phase; we may achieve through summer dream And through the violin of soul, materialize the things that seem. A fairy hand may touch our brow, through sound-waves from a distant shore And on the hungering sense portray what Eden's souls may have in store. The ether of this grand old world, which strangely bears our ripples home To never die; how passing strange, we reap life's seed, alike as sown. |