MYSTERIES:
Winged with thought’s sharpest fires,
Arrowed with soul’s desires
And sped from thunder’s thong;
Heaven's gates rock, rage, and quiver,
Earth’s walls gape wide and shiver,
While Freedom doth deliver
Men’s spirits with thy song.
Ah, chainless, distant, fleeting,
To lands that know no sea,
Where ocean’s stormy greeting
Fills no man’s heart with glee ;
Where lovers die or sever,
And death destroys for ever
And God bears slavery.
Fly thither, so thou leave us
That no man’s hand may reave us
Of this—that we are free.
Free all men that may heed thee,
On freemen’s praises feed thee,
Who chorus full, “ God speed thee,
Live lyre of Liberty !”
And me, ah! float above me
Unseen in limpid air,
Sing ever, “ Love me, love me,”
Or ever I despair.
The longings thou hast given
With death and dust have striven
And risen doubly fair.