The Harp which hanging high between the shields
Of Brutus and Leonidas oft gives
A fitful music to the breezy touch
Of patriot spirits that demand their fame.
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Man's] Earth's Sibylline Leaves, 1828, 1829.
[[15]]
But chiefly this with holiest habitude
Of constant Faith, him First, him Last to view
4o.
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Things from their shadows. Know thyself my Soul!
Confirm'd thy strength, thy pinions fledged for flight
Bursting this shell and leaving next thy nest
Soon upward soaring shalt thou fix intense
Thine eaglet eye on Heaven's Eternal Sun!
4o.