Your Looks have touched my Soul

Oh, Brown Eyes with Long Black Lashes

Once on a Golden Day

What Magic is there in thy Mien?

Heart's-ease

Untimely Love

The After-glow

L'Envoi

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THE ASCENT OF MAN.

 PRELUDE.

Ascend, oh my Soul, with the wings of the lark ascend!

Soaring away and away far into the blue.

Or with the shrill seagull to the breakers bend,

Or with the bee, where the grasses and field-flowers blend,

Drink out of golden cups of the honey-dew.

Ascend, oh my Soul, on the wings of the wind as it blows,

Striking wild organ-blasts from the forest trees,

Or on the zephyr bear love of the rose to the rose,

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