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my soul!

Thou shalt not creep and crawl—

An earth-bound creature, pitiful and small,

Whose weak ambition knows no higher goal!

O wistful soul,

When morning sings,

Forgetful of the night,

Bathe all thy restless being in the light;

Till 'neath the mesh that close about thee clings

Thou feel thy wings!

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