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THE WIND.
Oh, wind! where is thy home,
Thy resting-place?
Where dost thou plume thy wings to roam
In pathless fields of space?
Thou comest with viewless wing
And mystic voice,
And leaves, and blossoms, and glad birds of spring,
Awaken and rejoice.
Thy resting-place?
Where dost thou plume thy wings to roam
In pathless fields of space?
Thou comest with viewless wing
And mystic voice,
And leaves, and blossoms, and glad birds of spring,
Awaken and rejoice.
Whence comest thou with thy songs
That glad the earth,
And call her myriad infant throngs
Of beauty into birth?
All nature's precious balm
From southern shores,
All pleasant sounds, all sights, and scents that charm,
Thou makest ours.
That glad the earth,
And call her myriad infant throngs
Of beauty into birth?
All nature's precious balm
From southern shores,
All pleasant sounds, all sights, and scents that charm,
Thou makest ours.
Whence is thy strength, that bows
The forest down,
And dashes from the mountain brows
The ancient emerald crown?
That lifts the eternal rock
From its strong rest,
And hurls it rudely with tremendous shock,
From ledgy crest?
The forest down,
And dashes from the mountain brows
The ancient emerald crown?
That lifts the eternal rock
From its strong rest,
And hurls it rudely with tremendous shock,
From ledgy crest?
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That levels with the dust
The castled tower,
And many a pile which mortals boast,
As monuments of power?
Whence thy tremendous power,
That crests the waves,
And heaves them, shouting, on the sounding shore,
Or marble caves?
The castled tower,
And many a pile which mortals boast,
As monuments of power?
Whence thy tremendous power,
That crests the waves,
And heaves them, shouting, on the sounding shore,
Or marble caves?
Cradled amid thy plumes
The lightnings sleep,
Till on thy breath through surging glooms
The glittering terrors sweep.
The thunder's fearful sound
Is born of thee,
Which leaping onward rends the dark profound,
And shakes immensity.
The lightnings sleep,
Till on thy breath through surging glooms
The glittering terrors sweep.
The thunder's fearful sound
Is born of thee,
Which leaping onward rends the dark profound,
And shakes immensity.
Where is thy home, oh! wind!
Hark! the reply—
“I dwell with the Immortal Mind—
Type of His majesty;—
Invisible and free,
With hymning flight,
I range the solid earth and rolling sea,
Diffusing life and light.
Hark! the reply—
“I dwell with the Immortal Mind—
Type of His majesty;—
Invisible and free,
With hymning flight,
I range the solid earth and rolling sea,
Diffusing life and light.
“Ye hear my rushing sound,
But cannot know
From whence I run my glorious round,
Or to what realms I go.
All nature owns my sway,
And loves my voice;
The earth, the waters, and the clouds obey,
And in my power rejoice.
But cannot know
From whence I run my glorious round,
Or to what realms I go.
All nature owns my sway,
And loves my voice;
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And in my power rejoice.
“Ye tremble at my might,
And yet I come
Diffusing fragrance and delight,
Beauty, and bliss, and bloom.
O'er earth, and all her train
Of living things,
A quickening spirit of all life I reign,
With all-pervading wings.
And yet I come
Diffusing fragrance and delight,
Beauty, and bliss, and bloom.
O'er earth, and all her train
Of living things,
A quickening spirit of all life I reign,
With all-pervading wings.
“God fills infinity
With life and bliss,
Life, that endureth to eternity,
And everlasting peace;
And unto me 'tis given
To shadow forth
The Power that fills, and rules, and gladdens heaven,
As I pervade the earth.”
With life and bliss,
Life, that endureth to eternity,
And everlasting peace;
And unto me 'tis given
To shadow forth
The Power that fills, and rules, and gladdens heaven,
As I pervade the earth.”
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