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The Christ Soul

    And now my grief I see
    Was but the ancient shadow part of me,
    Not yet attuned to good,
    Still blind and senseless in its warring mood,
    I turn from it and climb
    To heroic spirit of the prime,
    The light that well foreknew
    All dark ways that it must journey through.
    Yet seeing still a gain,
    A distant glory o’er the hills of pain,
    Through all that chaos wild
    A breath as gentle as a little child,
    Through earth transformed,  divine,
    The Christ-soul of the universe to shine.

    — A.E. (George William Russell)