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spirit longings.
Thus may I, on the sea of life,
Launch forth all strong and brave,
Wait through the lonely, tedious calm,
And breast the stormy wave.
Launch forth all strong and brave,
Wait through the lonely, tedious calm,
And breast the stormy wave.
Bold Eagle, gazer on the sun,
Child of the upper air!
In low, unworthy strifes and sports
He deigneth not to share:
Behold him in a mountain land,
When storm-clouds roll on high,
Upon the gathering tempest look,
With calm, uncowering eye!
Loud thunders peal and crash around;
He knoweth no affright,
But spreads his wing upon the blast,
And speeds his upward flight!
Red lightnings blaze along his path,
And play around his form;
He joys, he glories, he exults,
In striving with the storm!
Child of the upper air!
In low, unworthy strifes and sports
He deigneth not to share:
Behold him in a mountain land,
When storm-clouds roll on high,
Upon the gathering tempest look,
With calm, uncowering eye!
Loud thunders peal and crash around;
He knoweth no affright,
But spreads his wing upon the blast,
And speeds his upward flight!
Red lightnings blaze along his path,
And play around his form;
He joys, he glories, he exults,
In striving with the storm!
Thus may my nature bear through life,
Whatever may betide,
Whatever may betide,
