Poems (Rumell)/Myself

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MYSELF
What is this thing, I call myself?
That out of the universe, hath selected me,
To dwell in: and dwelling, at last replace,
The lesserman that we see each day?

I know not! Neither does he of higher plane.
But from somewhere I know, tis the spiritual man
That lives on, when the material, passes away!

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