Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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LOVE.
O holy Love! thy feet do rest aloneOn this dull, sinworn Earth: with folded wing
Thou walkëst here below, until Time bring
Thine hour of freedom: yet the Angels own
Thee for their Mate, as if already flown
Back to the bosom of thy God; a Being
Of aspirations vast, thou fain would'st wring
Futurity from Fate, and build upon
This narrow Earth a Paradise; alas!
Tho' here below thou breath'st the selfsame air
Which Angels breathe above, thou canst not pass
The Rubicon of Fate: still must thou share
Life's bitter draught unshrinking, 'till it has
Tested and fitted thee for worlds more pure and fair!
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