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a song.
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I know my soul is strong and high, if once I give it sway;
I feel a glorious power within, tho' light I seem and gay.

Oh! laggard soul! unclose thine eyes. No more in luxury soft
Of joy ideal waste thyself! awake, and soar aloft!
Unfurl this hour those falcon wings which thou dost fold too long;
Raise to the skies thy lightning gaze, and sing thy loftiest song.


A SONG.
I turn'd from the monitor,—smiled at the warning
That whisper'd of doubt—of desertion to me;
I heard of thy falsehood, the dark rumor scorning,
I gave up the soul of my soul unto thee!