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Oh then my Spirit, wake! wake thou, my soul!Shake off the shackles of terrestrial commerce,
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Make strong thy pinions to uphold thy flight
Arduous, through endless multitudes of worlds,
Of moving worlds—unutterable crowds
And families of glory! On the Night,
The black outstretched immense of Darkness, launch
Thy loving ken enraptured—onward soar!
Through the starred Infinite wend thy wondering way
Unwearied—through the labyrinthine maze
Of golden marvels wind—and find no rest,
No pause, no change, no little space unfilled,
No respite from the infinite display
Of infinite might, where the bewildered soul
And Admiration overborne and spent
And dazed Delight may breathe a moment free!
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