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THE SOUL'S ASCENSION

Not mine the night that creeps beneath Life's sea,

Or lurks within Hope's ruins, sunk below

The desert, or the stagnant pool—oh, no!

But night that mounts the heavens, till it is free

Where stars, prefiguring all things that be

Obscure on earth, catch sight of God and glow,

And golden shadows large and larger grow,