The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus read more

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.

John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,
His soul goes marching on.

My soul is continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.

My soul is continually in my hand: yet do I not forget thy law.

A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.

A happy soul, that all the way
To heaven hath a summer's day.

And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us read more

And I have written three books on the soul,
Proving absurd all written hitherto,
And putting us to ignorance again.

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, read more

But thou shall flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

This ae nighte, this ae nighte
Every nighte and all;
Fire and sleete, and candle lighte
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This ae nighte, this ae nighte
Every nighte and all;
Fire and sleete, and candle lighte
And Christe receive thye saule.

And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.

And he that makes his soul his surety,
I think, does give the best security.

And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never read more

And see all sights from pole to pole
And glance, and nod, and bustle by,
And never once possess our soul
Before we die.