To thee the falling leaf but fades to bear
Its hues and odours to some fresher air…
In one eternal round they go and come;
And where they travel, there hast thou a home
For thy far-reaching thoughts.—O, Power Divine,
Has this poor worm a spirit so like Thine?
Unwrap its folds, and clear its wings to go!
Would I could quit earth, sin, and care, and wo!
Nay, rather let me use the world aright:
Thus make me ready for my upward flight.
From: Richard Henry Dana, Sr, “Thoughts on the Soul”
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