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QUESTION AND ANSWER.

"Can the soul die, believe you?
 Because it seems to me
My soul is dead and buried,
 So still it seems to be.

"It quivers not with joy;
 It moaneth not with pain;
There is no note in nature
 Awakens it again.

"Those white clouds in the azure;
 Those lanes; those breezy trees;
Those softly gliding swallows;
 Those fluted melodies;