Song + 

I + 

The Soul’s Flight + 

Wings are mine; above the pole + 

Far aloft I soar. + 

Clothed with these, my nimble soul + 

Scorns earth’s hated shore, + 

Cleaves the skies upon the wind, + 

Sees the clouds left far behind. + 

Soon the glowing point she nears, + 

Where the heavens rotate, + 

Follows through the starry spheres + 

Phoebus’ course, or straight + 

Takes for comrade ’mid the stars + 

Saturn cold or glittering Mars; + 

Thus each circling orb explores + 

Through Night’s stole that peers; + 

Then, when all are numbered, soars + 

Far beyond the spheres, + 

Mounting heaven’s supremest height + 

To the very Fount of light. + 

There the Sovereign of the world + 

His calm sway maintains; + 

As the globe is onward whirled + 

Guides the chariot reins, + 

And in splendour glittering + 

Reigns the universal King. + 

Hither if thy wandering feet + 

Find at last a way, + 

Here thy long-lost home thou’lt greet: + 

“Dear lost land,” thou’lt say, + 

“Though from thee I’ve wandered wide, + 

Hence I came, here will abide.” + 

Yet if ever thou art fain + 

Visitant to be + 

Of earth’s gloomy night again, + 

Surely thou wilt see + 

Tyrants whom the nations fear + 

Dwell in hapless exile here. + 