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A Flight.
A FLIGHT .
Over the sea ! To a golden land of boundless pleasure , Whose wealth exceedeth mortal measure ; Riches varied and untold , Radiant jewels , virgin gold . Brother ! wilt thou come with me , Over the sea !
Bright is the shore With the summer joy of genial gladness ; Here care declines , and restless sadness Sinks into silent harmony With such divine tranquillity—Hast thou heart to linger more ? Bright is the shore .
Renounce thy world—Its facts are harsh and hard of bearing , Its formal rules have little caring For simple fancy— -they would bind With cares'the upward striving mind . A moment : and the sail's unfurled—Renounce thy world .
Aye , bid adieu To all the flagrant follies filling The hand of luxury—be willing To let them flutter from thy grasp , Even tho' some do seem to clasp Thine own with love and honour true , Aye bid adieu .
The task is hard—The heart doth cherish many a trifle , Which hath the blessed power to stifle The troublous throbbings of the breast , For little joys oft seem the best , And prove the hardest to discard—The task is hard .
Cast thou behind All earthly wishes , hopes , and travails , Aught that peace of soul unravels ; For naught that even breatheth sigh The sensual self to gratify Can share our bliss ; thy grosser mind Cast thou behind .
For what so pure As the silent home of Fancy ' s choosing , When every vicious charm refusing , It speeds , by busy genius taught , O ' er swelling seas of mind and thought , And finds a haven calm and sure , Oh , what so pure ! VOL . I . 3 K
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
A Flight.
A FLIGHT .
Over the sea ! To a golden land of boundless pleasure , Whose wealth exceedeth mortal measure ; Riches varied and untold , Radiant jewels , virgin gold . Brother ! wilt thou come with me , Over the sea !
Bright is the shore With the summer joy of genial gladness ; Here care declines , and restless sadness Sinks into silent harmony With such divine tranquillity—Hast thou heart to linger more ? Bright is the shore .
Renounce thy world—Its facts are harsh and hard of bearing , Its formal rules have little caring For simple fancy— -they would bind With cares'the upward striving mind . A moment : and the sail's unfurled—Renounce thy world .
Aye , bid adieu To all the flagrant follies filling The hand of luxury—be willing To let them flutter from thy grasp , Even tho' some do seem to clasp Thine own with love and honour true , Aye bid adieu .
The task is hard—The heart doth cherish many a trifle , Which hath the blessed power to stifle The troublous throbbings of the breast , For little joys oft seem the best , And prove the hardest to discard—The task is hard .
Cast thou behind All earthly wishes , hopes , and travails , Aught that peace of soul unravels ; For naught that even breatheth sigh The sensual self to gratify Can share our bliss ; thy grosser mind Cast thou behind .
For what so pure As the silent home of Fancy ' s choosing , When every vicious charm refusing , It speeds , by busy genius taught , O ' er swelling seas of mind and thought , And finds a haven calm and sure , Oh , what so pure ! VOL . I . 3 K