Queen Berengaria's Courtesy, and Other Poems By the Lady E. Stuart Wortley. In Three Vols |
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MY EARTHWARD-CLINGING HOPES. |
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MY EARTHWARD-CLINGING HOPES.
My earthward-clinging Hopes arise,
Like eagles rushing to the Skies,
There is your quarry, there your goal,
My Hopes arise, and raise my Soul.
Like eagles rushing to the Skies,
There is your quarry, there your goal,
My Hopes arise, and raise my Soul.
My earthward-clinging Hopes no more
Be anchored near Life's barren shore,
Enter at once upon the Sea
Of boundless, bright Eternity.
Be anchored near Life's barren shore,
Enter at once upon the Sea
Of boundless, bright Eternity.
Dwell not on Earth with vainest love,
Soar to the mighty Heavens above,
Though I myself may not be there,
Ye may precede me—pure and fair.
Soar to the mighty Heavens above,
Though I myself may not be there,
Ye may precede me—pure and fair.
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My Hopes!—my Hopes!—ye there may be
Far launched into th' Eternity,
What may oppose ye—what restrain—
You nothing know of bar or chain.
Far launched into th' Eternity,
What may oppose ye—what restrain—
You nothing know of bar or chain.
The Heaven above, the Eternal dome,
Appears as 'twere your natural Home,
All is too narrow here beneath,
And still ye clash with scowling Death.
Appears as 'twere your natural Home,
All is too narrow here beneath,
And still ye clash with scowling Death.
My Hopes, my winged Hopes arise,
Like eagles spring into the skies,
Make all its glorious light your own,
Ye that have long too wildly flown.
Like eagles spring into the skies,
Make all its glorious light your own,
Ye that have long too wildly flown.
Ye that have wildly flown and far,
But not to sun, and not to star,
But to the meteor's fleeting light,
That shines too treacherously bright.
But not to sun, and not to star,
But to the meteor's fleeting light,
That shines too treacherously bright.
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