Poems (Louisa Blake)/The Soul triumphant

THE SOUL TRIUMPHANT.

Stars! that roll in a cloudless sky
Shedding down on this dark world light;
Have ye not a sweet home in that blue dome on high,
Where ye shine so fair and bright?

Bird! that canst look on the sun's bright rays
As towards him you soar unconfined;
Do you not exult when our farthest gaze
You leave far, far behind?

Ocean! does not thy bosom swell
With pride, as thou roll'st in thy might,
To see how weak man will trembling dwell
On thy rage with wild affright?

Soul! that art bound by earthly ties
So strong to an earthly clod,
Dost thou pine to burst thy bonds, and rise
To thy home, thy Heaven, thy God?

Dost thou weep to change with the stars thy fate;
With the bird of day? with the sea?
Dost thou envy those, their peaceful estate,
Or these so unshackled, so free?

Stars! but a little time ye shine!
But a little longer we gaze;
Soon shall a light supreme, divine,
Eclipse your feebler blaze.

Bird! thou may'st stretch thy wing and soar
Near the sun, and thy sight fail never,
But soon will your highest flight be o'er
And you sink to the earth forever.

Ocean! roll on in thy might, and thy power,
In thy anger with terror so fraught;
Soon thy proud bosom rising with triumph no more,
You will shrink to what once thou wast,—nought.

Soul! then will the hour of thy triumph be;
Far beyond these fair orbs so bright,
Eternally happy, eternally free,
Thou shalt dwell in pure regions of light.

Yes, the soul us divine! and though now so dark
Its abode,—soon its bonds will be riven,
And gloriously rising, the glorious spark,
Shall blaze in full lustre in Heaven.