Awake my soul!
⁠Thou shalt not creep and crawl—
⁠An earth-bound creature, pitiful and small,
Whose weak ambition knows no higher goal!
O wistful soul,

When morning sings,
⁠Forgetful of the night,
⁠Bathe all thy restless being in the light;
Till 'neath the mesh that close about thee clings
Thou feel thy wings!

​Then find life's door,—
⁠Trusting the instinct true
⁠That points to Heaven and the aerial blue
A wingèd thing, impelled for evermore
To soar and soar!