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THE GREAT LOVER OF SOULS
Go, little book,
Your whisperings, may be,
For who the course of Truth can see ?—
To climb with more persistent beat
Shall lead, perchance, where patient Hope
And lifts all burden from the heart;
Where Joy steps in and breaks with song
The way that hitherto seemed long.
Yet more, I trust, you shall wake love in every soul For Love Himself, the Way, the Goal.—
God speed you, little book !