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FROM THE CLIFF
Here on this ledge, the broad plain stretched below,The calm hills smiling in immortal mirth,
The blue sky whitening as it nears the earth,
Afar where all the summits are aglow,
I feel a mighty wind upon me blow
Like God's breath kindling in my soul a birth
Of turbulent music struggling to break girth.
I pass with Dante through eternal woe,
Quiver with Sappho's passion at my heart,
See Pindar's chariots flashing past the goal,
Triumph o'er splendours of unutterable light
And know supremely this, O God,—Thou art,
Feeling in all this tumult of my soul
Grand kinship with the glory of Thy might.
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