A Soul Alone Mere…

Blind airs blow ahead my face,
Along them moves with pleasing grace-
The soul of mine & own & dear,
Respires within a soul alone mere;

That soul is alone  it hath no aid,
It grew on wild, like a flower laid,
It faces the harshes, it gulp the wild fear,
A soul alone mere, a soul alone mere,
Respires within a soul alone mere…

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