I have to make a soul for one
Who lost his soul in childhood's hour.
And I'm not sure—not really sure—
If I have power.
I don't know whether souls are made
With laughter or with faith or pain
But though I fail a thousand times,
I'll try again.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- I Am No Mystic
- Noli Me Tangere
- Ours Was A Friendship In Secret
- Flowers And Light
- I Found An Orchid In The Valley Fair,