English poem
Soul
It is a member of that family Of wondrous beings, who, ere the worlds were made, Millions of ages back, have stood around The throne of God:--he never has known sin; But through those cycles all but infinite, Has had a strong and pure celestial life, And born to gaze on th' unveiled face of God And drank from the eternal Fount of truth, And served Him with a keen ecstatic love. Hark! he begins again.