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THE FOOD OF THE SOUL, by            
First Line: I came at eve upon a lowland mead
Last Line: "they shall be all thy soul shall feed upon."
Subject(s): Death; Soul; Dead, The


I CAME at eve upon a lowland mead
Unknowing if my walk was fact or dream,
And chanced me by a strange-environed stream
By whose dark waters, rose nor wanton weed
Had ever lifted leaves. In famished need
I knelt and drank, when straight a silver gleam
Of flowered fields arose in grace supreme,
And loud a Voice cried out, "Thy every deed
Of life has blossomed here. Look thou and see
How many sweet ones bloom upon this lawn;
For thou shalt pick the sweet on bended knee,
Starting thy endless journey with the dawn.
This stream is Death. And through eternity
They shall be all thy soul shall feed upon."





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