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[Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings]

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The following poem is scored for music in the source text.

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
To heav'n, thy native place
Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepared above.