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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Helen of Troy And Other Poems by Sara Teasdale: That leaping earthward, left its place on high
And to your little new-born body yearned?
No words can tell in what celestial hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the disarray of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
Love and Death
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
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