  "I loafe and invite my soul." And what do I feel? An influx of life from the great central power That generates beauty from seedling to flower. "I loafe and invite my soul." And what do I hear? Original harmonies piercing the din Of measureless tragedy, sorrow, and sin. "I loafe and invite my soul." And what do I see? The temple of God in the perfected man Revealing the wisdom and end of earth's plan. August, 1891. |
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