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John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.
John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.
And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.
And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and
lose his own soul? or read more
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and
lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for his
soul?
In your patience possess ye your souls.
In your patience possess ye your souls.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus read more
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]
But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, read more
But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement read more
A fiery soul, which, working out its way,
Fretted the pygmy-body to decay,
And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure read more
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.