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NOT from the mind—that clips the wings of fire

Whereon we reach the empyreal height

Where Will and Wisdom’s blended light

Burn clear and pure as that first, great Desire,

The mighty breath which swept Apollo’s lyre—

Came aught to aid us in the maze

Of pain and joy which lures and oft betrays

Our eager hearts in their swift, questing flight.

Only when Love transcendent o’er the strife

Of lesser lights, shone clear—a guiding star,

Resplendent with the larger hope, afar—

Did Gladness freely bloom—a Rose of Life,

Sunlit—the sweet, clean breath of morn

Stole softly in to greet our Joy, re-born.