Of All the Souls by Daron Hagen Lyrics

Of all the souls that stand create
I have elected one
When sense from spirit files away
And subterfuge is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away,—
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!