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Reincarnation

I hold that when a person dies

His soul returns again to earth;

Arrayed in some new flesh disguise

Another mother gives him birth.

With sturdier limbs and brighter brain

The old soul takes the roads again.

 

And as I wander on the roads

I shall be helped and healed and blessed;

Dear words shall cheer and be as goads

To urge to heights before unguessed.

My road shall be the road I made;

All that I gave shall be repaid.

 

So shall I fight, so shall I tread,

In this long war beneath the stars;

So shall a glory wreathe my head

So shall I faint and show the scars,

Until this case, this clogging mould,

Be smithied all to kingly gold.