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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXXII. Visions
Ode: ‘Tell me, thou soul of her I love’
By James Thomson (1700–1748)
TELL me, thou soul of her I love,
  Ah! tell me, whither art thou fled?
To what delightful world above,
  Appointed for the happy dead?
Or dost thou free at pleasure roam,        5
  And sometimes share thy lover’s woe
Where, void of thee, his cheerless home
  Can now, alas! no comfort know?
Oh! if thou hoverest round my walk,
  While, under every well-known tree,        10
I to thy fancied shadow talk,
  And every tear is full of thee—
Should then the weary eye of grief
  Beside some sympathetic stream
In slumber find a short relief,        15
  Oh, visit thou my soothing dream!

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