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Rises in glory, and mine eyes are wet.—
Oh whence these strange, these more than human, these
Godlike sensations? All is ecstacy!
I feel strong and elate, as I could spring
Up to the very moon—as if inspired
With new-born life, I could, all powerful, grasp
Great Nature, in a loving, close embrace.
My thoughts in freedom revel, and expand.
'Twas but a few hours since, weary and dull,
I flung myself beneath this tree to rest,
And now!——My past life, seems like a dark night,
That vanishing gives place to day's bright gleams,
Which chase the shadows one by one away,
Till every object stands revealed and clear.—
Oh! that I had an Eagle's towering wing
To soar aloft, and meet the golden dawn.
Oh! that I might on yon white fleecy cloud
Float thro' the blue expanse, or drive along
In wild career before the tempest blast!—
The sun's first beams have woven a rich couch
Whereon pale Hesper bows his head to rest,