We cannot send one fairy yacht to ply
The blue waves of the sky.
We call the spot of earth our hands have sown
By right our own,
But never title to the fields above
Can mortal prove;
We watch it stretched above, before, behind
O'er all mankind;
We claim a little while these earthly clods,
The sky is God's.
Ah! could we take upon some summer night
Our joyful flight
Up to the blue, blue heights that look so fair
And pausing there
Look down to earth through far immensity
What would we see?
One tiny star that none may sell or buy
In God's great sky.
The blue waves of the sky.
We call the spot of earth our hands have sown
By right our own,
But never title to the fields above
Can mortal prove;
We watch it stretched above, before, behind
O'er all mankind;
We claim a little while these earthly clods,
The sky is God's.
Ah! could we take upon some summer night
Our joyful flight
Up to the blue, blue heights that look so fair
And pausing there
Look down to earth through far immensity
What would we see?
One tiny star that none may sell or buy
In God's great sky.
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