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ANOTHER WORLD.
Oh, my soul it leaps and struggles like the ever-trembling stars!
Beats against its clay-walled prison like the sea-waves 'gainst the bars,
Chafes like a gallant soldier prisoned in the sight of wars!
Beats against its clay-walled prison like the sea-waves 'gainst the bars,
Chafes like a gallant soldier prisoned in the sight of wars!
All the world is spirit-haunted, only that we've ears of stone;
Calling! calling! ever calling! I have ears for that alone!
Oh, a phantom voice is calling me from shadeland's vast unknown!
Calling! calling! ever calling! I have ears for that alone!
Oh, a phantom voice is calling me from shadeland's vast unknown!
ANOTHER WORLD.
There are brighter skies than these, I know;
Lands where no shadows lie,—
Fields where the flowers are always fresh,
And founts which never dry.
There are domes where the stars are never dim.
Where the moon forever gleams,
And the wind in music sweeps the hills
And ripples the crystal streams;
For often I've caught, in time of sleep,
A gorgeous glimpse of this hidden keep,
Away in the Land of Dreams.
Lands where no shadows lie,—
Fields where the flowers are always fresh,
And founts which never dry.
There are domes where the stars are never dim.
Where the moon forever gleams,
And the wind in music sweeps the hills
And ripples the crystal streams;
For often I've caught, in time of sleep,
A gorgeous glimpse of this hidden keep,
Away in the Land of Dreams.
When Night lets down her pall of mist
On slender cords of air,
On slender cords of air,
