The Soul’s Answer

THE SOUL'S ANSWER. ( For the Improvement Era ) "Aspiring Soul, why ever at unrest Throughout the days of thy sojourning here, When Pleasure's goddess, she of love and cheer, Invites thee to partake and be her guest? Drink deep the goblet she extends to thee, Let Bacchus cater and the devil laugh; Enjoy thy time, quaff deep the mirthful draught; Bid thoughtful brow and pale ambition flee." Methinks I hear the soul make answer strong: "I would thy tempting feast and revels try, For earth is lonely and the way is long; But my high birth forbids me thus to die Of Heaven born, I could not brook the thong Of spiritual death. False Pleasure, thou dost lie. H. C. Snell. Provo, Utah.