MY spirit seeks a wider, higher sphereThan the small limit given to action here.Not e'en the star-crowned heaven's ethereal archGives space sufficient to the onward marchOf my aspiring soul! but high above,It soars and revels in the realms of love;Bathing its plumage in the ambient floodOf glory, beaming from the Eternal Good.More fleet than time, bright fancy's pinions areAttracted onward by ambition's star;And barriers that would sober reason fright,Seem but slight hindrances to her wild flight.