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For nothing but so vast a dream

That it would scale the steeps of air

Could rouse us from so vast despair.

The power is ours to make or mar

Our fate as on the earliest morn,

The Darkness and the Radiance are

Creatures within the spirit born.

Yet, bathed in gloom too long, we might

Forget how we imagined light.

Not yet are fixed the prison bars:

The hidden light the spirit owns

If blown to flame would dim the stars

And they who rule them from their thrones:

And the proud sceptred spirits thence

Would bow to pay us reverence.

Oh, while the glory sinks within

Let us not wait on earth behind,

But follow where it flies, and win

The glow again, and we may find

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