An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies, It descended tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy.
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The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.
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