Page:Poems, Volume 1, Coates, 1916.djvu/117

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TRANSITION

AWAKE 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!


Then find life's door,—
Trusting the instinct true
That points to Heaven and the aerial blue,
A wingèd thing impelled forevermore
To soar and soar!

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