The marvel of this shifting scene—

Yes, I read the mystery now.

Neighbor, mine own soul art thou.

Now, my soul, 'tis thine to say

How the record stands to-day

Give account of loss or gain,

Talent used or spent in vain.

All unwitting how they sped

I my listed queries read;

Raised the duty-standard high,

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Challenged measurement thereby.

While I queried came a change,

Silent, solemn, passing strange;—

Neighbor glided into mist,

Soul and self were keeping tryst.

And the queries come anew:

Soul of mine, be brave and true;

Lo! our books we balance now;

I have questioned; answer thou.

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