Sister lightnings ! as ye dart

Chainless round the mountain steeps,
I am tam'd, and taught by art

How to pierce the mountain's deeps.
In Creation's lyre I slept,
Ages brooded o'er my birth ;

Till the harp Heaven's finger swept,
Then I flash'd, and thrill'd the earth.
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Mind ! in whose triumphant yoke,
Swiftest coursers sink and die —

From whose burning wheels I broke,
Lo ! thy fiery chariot, I !

Haste thy lightning car to mount.
Round the globe rejoicing ride ;

Moments shall our passage count,
Waves and whirlwinds, stand aside.
Justice ! from thy throne dispatch
Me, thine eagle, swift and strong ;

I the felon's flight will match —
I will mock the might of wrong.
Mercy ! heaven-bom cherub ! thou
On my subtle wing wilt fly ;

Speak — I am thine echo now —
Whisper — and all realms reply.
Peace ! my threads of spirit-light
Weave thy soft and seamless robe.
Soon to deck in spotless white.
As Heaven's bride, the ransom'd globe.
Truth ! I am thy living pen —
Golden plume from heavenly Dove ;

Write with me, on hearts of men,
" God is Light, and God is Love."

Freedom! as I sparkling dance
Over earth and under sea !

I am thine Ithuriel lance —

Chains are shiver'd — slaves are free.
Saviour ! Universal King ;

Waiting at Thy feet I stand,
Till Thou send upon my wing.
Joyful news to every land.
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