Be lifted,rise,my soul soar,
Mind not the raging tempest wind.
Your mettle fledge and prime the more,
As weather tides pressure fill.
Tame the curling humid breeze,
That whistle awe around and by.
Lure its motion to your bossom,
Learn well of the eagle's flight.
Soar! Be lifted even higher,
Keep pace till heavens vault you kiss.
Till wisest muse could not decipher,
How by regnance the sky you seize.
Rise! Soar my soul be lifted,
Prove all firmament faithful members.
Draw near the moon,make her friend,
And have your stead among the stars.
Stare from top upon the roundy world,
And consider what in every cranny lie.
Then turn to the moon,inquire the sun,
How at its confusion they smile.
Scribble your findings upon your wings,
And learn too of Nature's beauty laws.
That enstranged to you be all limits,
When higher still you need to forge.
Rise! Fly my soul soar,
Tame the curling humid wind.
Soar! Be lifted even higher,
Till the heavens vault you kiss.
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