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XXXIX.
Sing on, wide winds, your anthem vast!
Man's ear is richer than his eye:
Upon the eye no shape can cast
Such impress of Infinity.
Man's ear is richer than his eye:
Upon the eye no shape can cast
Such impress of Infinity.
And thou, my Soul, thy wings of might
Put forth: thou too, one day shalt soar
And, onward borne in heavenward flight,
The starry universe explore;
Put forth: thou too, one day shalt soar
And, onward borne in heavenward flight,
The starry universe explore;
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Breasting that breeze which waves the bowers
Of Heaven's bright forest never mute
Whereof perchance this earth of ours
Is but the feeblest forest-fruit.
Of Heaven's bright forest never mute
Whereof perchance this earth of ours
Is but the feeblest forest-fruit.
Of all those worlds unnumbered none
There lives but from that Blood all pure
Ablution, or its crown, hath won;
Its state redeemed, or state secure.
There lives but from that Blood all pure
Ablution, or its crown, hath won;
Its state redeemed, or state secure.
‘The Spirit bloweth where He wills’—
O Effluence of that Life Divine
Which wakes the Universe, and stills,
In Thy strong refluence make us Thine!
O Effluence of that Life Divine
Which wakes the Universe, and stills,
In Thy strong refluence make us Thine!
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