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I and my Soul are alone to-day, / All in the shining weather; / We were sick of the world, and put it away, / So we could rejoice together.
Our host, the Sun, in the blue, blue sky / Is mixing a rare, sweet wine, / In the burnished gold of this cup on high, / For me, and this Soul of mine.
We find it a safe and royal drink, / And a cure for every pain; / It helps us to love, and helps us to think, / And strengthens body and brain.
And sitting here, with my Soul alone, / Where the yellow sun-rays fall, / Of all the friends I have ever known / I find it the _best_ of all.
We rarely meet when the world is near, / For the World hath a pleasing art / And brings me so much that is bright and dear / That my Soul it keepeth apart.
But when I grow weary of mirth and glee, / Of glitter, glow, and splendour, / Like a tried old friend it comes to me, / With a smile that is sad and tender.
And we walk together as two friends may, / And laugh and drink God's wine. / Oh, a royal comrade any day / I find this Soul of mine.