George Willis Cooke, comp. The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology. 1903.
The SoulWilliam Henry Furness (18021896)
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Loving goodness, hating sin,
Always craving to be blest,
Finding here below no rest?
Can its hunger satisfy;
Active, restless, it would pierce
Through the outward universe.
This unsleeping, secret sense,
Longing for its rest and food
In some hidden, untried good?
Him it seeks from whom it came;
It would, Mighty God, like thee,
Holy, holy, holy be!