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THOUGHT.
I.
Boundless, illimitable, who can trace
Thy varied journeyings through the realms of air
Thou mock'st each barrier of time or space,
And fliest on swiftest pinions every where;
By thee we track the past, long ages gone,
Lost in the dark abyss of buried time,
Or strive to pierce the future, dim, unknown,
Or, soaring upward, seek th' eternal clime:
We revel 'mid the stars, in the high dome
Of God's all glorious temple richly spread,
Make 'mid their shining hosts the spirit's home,
Among their living lights where seraphs tread;
Hold our free course unchecked, tin lost, amazed,
We sink again to earth, with our bright pathway dazed.
Thy varied journeyings through the realms of air
Thou mock'st each barrier of time or space,
And fliest on swiftest pinions every where;
By thee we track the past, long ages gone,
Lost in the dark abyss of buried time,
Or strive to pierce the future, dim, unknown,
Or, soaring upward, seek th' eternal clime:
We revel 'mid the stars, in the high dome
Of God's all glorious temple richly spread,
Make 'mid their shining hosts the spirit's home,
Among their living lights where seraphs tread;
Hold our free course unchecked, tin lost, amazed,
We sink again to earth, with our bright pathway dazed.
