But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.

But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.

The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
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The soul of man is larger than the sky,
Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark
Of the unfathomed centre.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.

Lord of oneself, uncumbered with a name.

This ae nighte, this ae nighte
Every nighte and all;
Fire and sleete, and candle lighte
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This ae nighte, this ae nighte
Every nighte and all;
Fire and sleete, and candle lighte
And Christe receive thye saule.

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is read more

Never think there is anything impossible for the soul. It is the greatest heresy to think so. If there is sin, this is the only sin; to say that you are weak, or others are weak.

The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried
along to dwell in the blood.
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The soul, which is spirit, can not dwell in dust; it is carried
along to dwell in the blood.
[Lat., Anima certe, quia spiritus, in sicco habitare non potest;
ideo in sanguine fertur habitare.]

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.

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.

Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
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Today the journey is ended,
I have worked out the mandates of fate;
Naked, along, undefended,
I knock at the Uttermost Gate.
Behind is life and its longing,
Its trial, its trouble, its sorrow,
Beyond is the Infinite Morning
Of a day without a tomorrow.