spirit longings.
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Thus may my life shine forth a star,
On all who walk in night,
Unquenched by mists, undimmed by clouds,
Till lost in morn's full light.
On all who walk in night,
Unquenched by mists, undimmed by clouds,
Till lost in morn's full light.
O spirit, be no more content
To dream, aspire, and long!
Grasp thou the grand, the beautiful,
The proud, the free, the strong!
O rouse! no more for far-off good,
With folded hands, I pine;
I seek, I yet will find, the springs
To quench this thirst divine!
And these, all these I covet now,
God helping, shall be mine!
To dream, aspire, and long!
Grasp thou the grand, the beautiful,
The proud, the free, the strong!
O rouse! no more for far-off good,
With folded hands, I pine;
I seek, I yet will find, the springs
To quench this thirst divine!
And these, all these I covet now,
God helping, shall be mine!
