Freston
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A SOUL'S CRY
O, to be free! For one brief hour
To cast aside the bonds that bind
My soul in their compelling power,—
My spirit-wings again to find!
To cast aside the bonds that bind
My soul in their compelling power,—
My spirit-wings again to find!
O, to be free! To feel the soul
Spring upward, lightened of this day;
To chase the clouds, that outward roll,
And face the everlasting day.
Spring upward, lightened of this day;
To chase the clouds, that outward roll,
And face the everlasting day.
O, to be free! a spirit light,
To float beyond the realms of space,—
To soar into the infinite,
And meet its wonders, face to face.
To float beyond the realms of space,—
To soar into the infinite,
And meet its wonders, face to face.
O, to be free! to turn mine eyes
Back o'er the path in life I trod,
But soaring ever upward, rise
Until I reach Thee O, My God!
Back o'er the path in life I trod,
But soaring ever upward, rise
Until I reach Thee O, My God!
