Thrill with a mystic rapture! At this birth, The soul now kindled by her vital flame May it not prove a gift of priceless worth? Some saviour of his kind whose starry fame Shall bring a brightness to the darkened earth. [83] THE ASCENT OF MAN. PART III. [84] [84] "Our spirits have climbed high By reason of the passion of our grief,— And from the top of sense, looked over sense To the significance and heart of things Rather than things themselves." [85] [85] Through a twilight land, a moaning region, Thick with sighs that shook the trembling air, Land of shadows whose dim crew was legion, Lost I hurried, hunted by despair.
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