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O Freedom! Born amid resplendent spheres, And, with God-like creative power, endowed, Hast thou, to human life's blue depths, not vowed A splendor, not alone like that which 'pears At present, where the upper asure clears, But that the Nebulae will yet unshroud? I hear thy far off cry where thou art lone, A John the Baptist: "Lo! one greater nears."

What is this Greater--this which is to meet The planets and ascend high, high and higher? The right of human spirit to aspire And mount, unhampered--and by act, complete Creations harmony, as by desire, Proclaimed by brain with throb, by heart with beat.