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LYRIC.
[There's a spirit of fancy flowing—]
There's a spirit of fancy flowing—
Flowing in dreams of night;
Sweeping the shores of darkness,
Yet bearing an angel's light.
Flowing in dreams of night;
Sweeping the shores of darkness,
Yet bearing an angel's light.
Restless—questioning ever—
Reaping the fields of time,
Counting the unsown harvests,
Longing the stars to climb.
Reaping the fields of time,
Counting the unsown harvests,
Longing the stars to climb.
What is the soul's true nature?
What is the spirit's birth?
What is the mind's great sequel?
Is it to end on earth?
What is the spirit's birth?
What is the mind's great sequel?
Is it to end on earth?
Are we to love unceasing,
There in that region of souls?
Sweetly the vision of heaven
On to the Life-giver rolls!
There in that region of souls?
Sweetly the vision of heaven
On to the Life-giver rolls!
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That spirit of Fancy flowing,
Flowing in dreams of night;
Sweeping the shores of darkness,
Yet bearing an angel's light.
Flowing in dreams of night;
Sweeping the shores of darkness,
Yet bearing an angel's light.
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