I
O Freedom! Born amid resplendent spheres,
And, with God-like creative power, endowed,
Hast thou, to human life's blue depths, not vowed
A splendor, not alone like that which 'pears
At present, where the upper asure clears,
But that the Nebulae will yet unshroud?
I hear thy far off cry where thou art lone,
A John the Baptist: "Lo! one greater nears."
What is this Greater--this which is to meet
The planets and ascend high, high and higher?
The right of human spirit to aspire
And mount, unhampered--and by act, complete
Creations harmony, as by desire,
Proclaimed by brain with throb, by heart with beat.