Deep Sublime Aching of My Soul
Deep sublime aching of my soul,
The fount of all perfection,
My source of life and memory,
The cause of my direction-
Why must one suffer so much pain?
What person gained so great a goal,
And found in their loving true perfection,
Yet nothing of their life is stole?
I am unworthy of this distinction,
Deep sublime aching of my soul.
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