A WOMAN’S SOUL.
Soul, woulds’t thou be of marble, set in mould immutable? Like marble, still and cold? Aloof from life's deep anguish of unrest? By storm and raging tempest unimpressed? Nay, soul of Mine! Be quick as cleansing fire; quick to compassion as to Splendid ire. As quick to lift a sword as any .knight, in swift defence of weakness against might. A soul that loves ail things that are of earth, and loving, loves the source that gave them birth; that rends the mocking sophistries that bind it; that strives to right a wrong where valour finds it: that clings to faith when reason’s foothold flies, and ever sees God's world through childlike 1
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 17755, 27 January 1926, Page 9
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116A WOMAN’S SOUL. Star (Christchurch), Issue 17755, 27 January 1926, Page 9
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