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THE FLIGHT OF THOUGHT.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

THE FLIGHT OF THOUGHT.

Say, what is there so wondrous as a thought,
The ambient breezes seldom wander more;
It flies through unknown climes with wonder fraught,
Creation to explore.
Far quicker than the vivid lightning flash,
From Africa to Europe darts the mind,
It still continues on its wings apace,
And leaves its cage behind.

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Thought is a spirit, though within the brain,
It steals away and yet we know not how;
Nothing confines it but to break its chain,
Its stream remains to flow.
Thought in a moment leaps beyond the moon,
Its mystic operation who shall know;
It bounds to Etherr, and darts back as soon
Into its cage below.
The flight of thought is hard to comprehend,
Just like the wind, it has no space of rest;
To traverse regions to its mighty end
In North, South, East and West.
No mortal man can keep pace with the mind,
Who hobbles as in fetters as he goes;
He thus remains within the flesh confined,
At night in still repose.
Its rays extend through unknown empires far,
Conspiring lines ne'er seen a fairer sight;
It fleets on rapid nymphs from star to star,
Almost an infinite flight.