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Or with the hurricane sower cast seed as he goes

Limitless ploughing the leagues of the sibilant seas.

Ascend, oh my Soul, on the wings of the choral strain,

Invisible tier above tier upbuilding sublime;

Note as it scales after note in a rhythmical chain

Reaching from chaos and welter of struggle and pain,

Far into vistas empyreal receding from time.

Ascend! take wing on the thoughts of the Dead, my Soul,

Breathing in colour and stone, flashing through epic and song:

Thoughts that like avalanche snows gather force as they roll,

Mighty to fashion and knead the phenomenal throng

Of generations of men as they thunder along.

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THE ASCENT OF MAN.

PART I.

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As compressed within the bounded shell

Boundless Ocean seems to surge and swell,

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