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Soul Yearning

by Ruby Archer

That yearning, yearning for what cometh not
Chide never, soul, for gleaming through thy lot,
It is thy spark of all divinity,
And burns thee that it may not be forgot.
Be not impatient. Here no foot may stray
Beyond the shut horizon of to-day.
Fare on, my soul, through what is given thee.—
Eternity awaits thy foot one day.
That sky-line gain thy mortal eyes may see
From day to day unrolling. To be free
Obey! A narrow path leads on
To spirit way that knows no boundary.