Samuel Taylor Coleridge

A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
If any man obtain that which he merits,
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It sounds like stories from the land of spirits,
If any man obtain that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.

For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
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For why drives on that ship so fast,
Without or wave or wind?
The air is cut away before,
And closes from behind.

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

Or soar aloft to be the spangled skies
And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.