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IS Soul fared forth (as from the deep
The father-songster plies the hour-long quest),
To feed his soul-brood hungering in the nest;
But his warm Heart, the mother-bird,

MY cure of souls, my cage of brutes, Go lick and learn at these my boots
When tainted highways tear a hole, I bid my cobbler welt the sole
O, ye that wear the boots of Hell, Shall I not welt a soul as well
O, souls that leak with ho...