MY spirit seeks a wider, higher sphere Than the small limit given to action here. Not e'en the star-crowned heaven's ethereal arch Gives space sufficient to the onward march Of my aspiring soul! but high above, It soars and revels in the realms of love; Bathing its plumage in the ambient flood Of glory, beaming from the Eternal Good. More fleet than time, bright fancy's pinions are Attracted onward by ambition's star; And barriers that would sober reason fright, Seem but slight hindrances to her wild flight.
