Soul-Sickness
HOW many of the body's health complain, When they some deeper malady conceal; Some unrest of the sould, some secret pain, Which thus its presence doth to theem reveal. Vain would we seek, by the physician's aid, A name for this soul-sickness e'er to find; A remedy for health and strength decayed, Whose cause and cure are wholly of the mind To higher nature is the soul allied, And restless seeks its being's Source to know; Finding not health nor strength in aught beside; How often vainly sought in things below, Whether in sunny clime, or sacred stream, Or plant of wondrous powers of which we dream!
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