FROM A RECORD
FROM A RECORD
None sees the slow and upward sweepBy which the soul from life-depths deepAscends,—unless, mayhap, when free,With each new death we backward seeThe long perspective of our race,Our multitudinous past lives trace.William Sharp.
None sees the slow and upward sweepBy which the soul from life-depths deepAscends,—unless, mayhap, when free,With each new death we backward seeThe long perspective of our race,Our multitudinous past lives trace.William Sharp.
None sees the slow and upward sweepBy which the soul from life-depths deepAscends,—unless, mayhap, when free,With each new death we backward seeThe long perspective of our race,Our multitudinous past lives trace.William Sharp.
None sees the slow and upward sweep
By which the soul from life-depths deep
Ascends,—unless, mayhap, when free,
With each new death we backward see
The long perspective of our race,
Our multitudinous past lives trace.
William Sharp.