Transition

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 clingsThou feel thy wings!

Then find life's door,—Trusting the instinct trueThat points to Heaven and the aerial blueA wingèd thing, impelled for evermoreTo soar and soar!