“Your soul! your soul!” the preachers cry. “What is a soul?” is man’s reply. “To know his soul, must man not die?” “What is a soul?” I’m glad you ask. The soul is life, the form, the mask. The answer was not such a task. The soul is in the ambient air, Down in the earth, in landscape fair. ’Tis in the sea, ’tis everywhere. To know his soul man must not die, For ’tis the life he liveth by, Connecting him with God on high. |