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4 Or with the hurricane sower cast seed as he goes
 * Limitless ploughing the leagues of the sibilant seas.

Ascend, oh my Soul, on the wings of the choral strain,
 * Invisible tier above tier upbuilding sublime;

Note as it scales after note in a rhythmical chain Reaching from chaos and welter of struggle and pain,
 * Far into vistas empyreal receding from time.

Ascend! take wing on the thoughts of the Dead, my Soul,
 * Breathing in colour and stone, flashing through epic and song:

Thoughts that like avalanche snows gather force as they roll, Mighty to fashion and knead the phenomenal throng
 * Of generations of men as they thunder along.