o <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way? <br />What solemn region first upon thy sight <br />Shall break, unveiled for terror or delight? <br />What hosts, magnificent in dread array, <br />My spirit! when thy prison-house of clay <br />After long strife is rent? Fond, fruitless quest! <br />The unfledged bird, within his narrow nest, <br />Sees but a few green branches oer him play, <br />And through their parting leaves, by fits revealed, <br />A glimpse of summer sky; nor knows the field <br />Wherein his dormant powers must yet be tried. <br />Thou art that bird!--of what beyond thee lies <br />Far in the untracked immeasurable skies <br />Knowing but this--that thou shalt find thy guide! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />o<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flight-of-the-spirit/
