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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=533790" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voice of the Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Youth, when through our veins runs fast<br> The bright red stream of life,<br>The Soul’s Voice is a trumpet-blast<br> That calls us to the strife. <br>The Spirit spurns its prison-bars,<br> And feels with force endued<br>To scale the ramparts of the stars<br> And storm Infinitude. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Youth passes; like a dungeon grows<br> The Spirit’s house of clay:<br>The voice that once in music rose<br> In murmurs dies away. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But in the day when sickness sore<br> Smites on the body’s walls,<br>The Soul’s Voice through the breach once more<br> Like to a trumpet calls. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well shall it be with him who heeds<br> The mystic summons then!<br>His after-life with loving deeds<br> Shall blossom amongst men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall have gifts—the gift that feels<br> The germ within the clod,<br>And hears the whirring of the wheels<br> That turn the mills of God! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gift that sees with glance profound<br> The secret soul of things,<br>And in the silence hears the sound<br> Of vast and viewless wings! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The veil of Isis sevenfold<br> To him as gauze shall be,<br>Wherethrough, clear-eyed, he shall behold<br> The Ancient Mystery. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shall do battle for the True,<br> Defend till death the Right,<br>With Shoes of Swiftness Wrong pursue,<br> With Sword of Sharpness smite. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, dying, he shall haply hear,<br> Like golden trumpets blown<br>For joy, far voices sweet and clear—<br> Soul-voices like his own. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So welcomed may he join the Throng<br> Upon the Shining Shore,<br>As one who, after wandering long,<br> Returneth home once more!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Victor+James+Daley">Victor James Daley</a><div class=q>
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 The bright red stream of life,
The Soul’s Voice is a trumpet-blast
 That calls us to the strife. 
The Spirit spurns its prison-bars,
 And feels with force endued
To scale the ramparts of the stars
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