There is a rapture that my soul desires
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There is a something that I cannot name.
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I know not after what my soul aspires
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Nor guess from when<b>ce</b> the restless longing came
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But ever from my childhood have I felt it
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In all things beautiful, in all things gay
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And ever has its gentle unseen presence
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Falling like a shadow cloud across my way.
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It is the melody in all sweet music
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In all fair forms it is the hidden grace.
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In all I love, a something that escapes me,
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Flies by pursuit and ever <b>veils its</b> face.
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I see it in the woodland<b>'s summer</b> beauty
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I feel it in the breathing of the air.
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I stretch my hand to grasp for [b]it[/b] can't touch it
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But I'll do well. I know it is not there.
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La la la la la la
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La la la la la la
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La la la la la
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La la la la la
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La la la la la
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La la la la la la la la la
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But ever from my childhood have I felt it
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In all things beautiful, in all things gay
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And ever has its gentle unseen presence
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Falling like a shadow cloud across my way.
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There is a raptu<b>re</b>
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What The Soul Desires
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| Donovan Leitch |
