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Lays of Leisure Hours

By The Lady E. Stuart Wortley

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MY THOUGHTS! ASCEND.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

MY THOUGHTS! ASCEND.

Victoriously—Victoriously
My rushing Thoughts! ascend,
And cleave the Air and climb the Sky,
And with the Sunlight blend.

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The imperial mysteries strive to sound
Whose fountains are above
The glorified, the illumed, the crowned,
They may be pierced by Love!
By Love whose reverential breath
Is stilled down to a prayer,
That Dove-like thing—yet strong as Death
To brave—to brook—to bear!
Triumphantly—Triumphantly—
My thoughts! from Earth arise—
And soar into the opening Sky—
To a thousand opening Skies!
For Height still stretcheth beyond Height—
In endless glory there—
And boundless are those Seas of Light—
And realms of Golden Air!

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From World to World—from Sun to Sun
There may ye shoot in might—
While yet your flight but seems begun,
Your space-devouring Flight!
Illustriously—Illustriously—
In characters august—
Trace ye along the Eternal Sky
The triumphs of your trust!
Your glorious aspirations write—
Your towering hopes and fair—
As 'twere with Fire on flameless Light—
With Wind on waveless Air!
My Thoughts!—'midst Seraph ranks above
Through zealous trust be found
Crowned, glorified, and raised by Love,
Though born on Mortal Ground.