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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DRESS YOUR SOUL, by JULIUS C BRUTTO First Line: Each man is but a shell Last Line: Or perish like the foredoomed shell. Subject(s): Soul; Vanity | |||
Each man is but a shell Wherein a soul doth dwell. Now some in worldly vanity Adorn the shell in brilliancy; Forget with equanimity The soul's potentiality. But others much more wise decide To dress the shell with justly grace, Though never trying to efface The worth of that inside. There is another still Who, of all the three, Has the better will. He teaches all a lesson. How? I will extol. He pays much more attention To dressing up the soul. This by kindly word and act; By tolerance and tact; By admitting charity For all humanity. He knows the shell's foredoomed To sure decay entombed. He knows each soul must walk in night, Must last until the morning light, To gain eternally God given permanency. Each soul must then be clothed well Or perish like the foredoomed shell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THROUGH A GLASS EYE, LIGHTLY by CAROLYN KIZER EPITAPH: FOR A PREACHER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET THE TENTH MUSE: THE VANITY OF ALL WORLDLY THINGS by ANNE BRADSTREET THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AGING: ON THE VANITY OF EARTHLY GREATNESS by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE SPIDER AND THE FLY by MARY HOWITT |
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