Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By I. Arise, my soul! and urge thy flightHarriet Martineau (18021876)
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And fix thy view on God alone,
As eagles spring to meet the light,
And gaze upon the radiant sun.
As streams pour forth their swelling tide,
Press on thy steady course, my soul,
Nor pause, nor stop, nor turn aside.
Earth, air, and sea, shall melt away;
But though each star of heaven expire,
Thou may’st survive that awful day.
Though nature’s self in ruins lie,
Pause not till heaven-gate be won;
Then rest; for there thou canst not die.