Poor soul, the center of my sinful earth My sin for all earth, these rebel pups arrayed I'll dust up my will, in answer to earth Painting thy old heart, walls so costly gay Why so apart, gone, having so long shunned these? Dust though upon thy fading mansions bend Shadows invade other things as In our righteous desert Love, if thee died so close And in those waters Ignorate thy spouse Love shall conquer all And in death love shall reign And in death love shall die Poor soul, the center Of my sinful earth My sinful earth These rebel powers array Why dost thou pine with him And suffer to earth? Painting thy hauntward wall So costly gay Why, sinful heart, Could heaving soul Shun these? Dost thou upon thy Fading mansions bend? *