Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.
Tis an awkward thing to play with souls.
Give us no more of body than shows soul!
How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
Let us not always say Spite of this flesh today I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole' As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul.'
Life's inadequate to joy,
As the soul sees joy, tempting life to take.
The ultimate, angels' law, Indulging every instinct of the soul There where law, life, joy, impulse are one thing.
And I have written three books on the soul, Proving absurd all written hitherto, And putting us to ignorance again.
Thy soul is in thy face.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories