| THE mighty sweep of thought outwings the flight
Of day, of lightnings through the cloud of rain, Of meteors, who flash their fiery chain Across the heavens before our tardy sight. Out-travels yet the golden gleam of light Which, bursting from their burning fountains, gain With one tremendous leap the darkened main, Where slept the chaos of eternal night. Thought is a winged steed, and well controlled It bears its rider into depths unknown; It shifts the veil of myst'ry from his eye, And gives his soul a look beyond this mould Of earthly elements to scenes not shown His natural sight, beyond the mental sky. __James A. DeMoss |
Kansas Zephyrs
James A. DeMoss
(Thayer, Kansas: ___. 1892)
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