1 Rise my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Thy better portion trace;
Rise from transitory things,
Tow'rd's heav'n, thy native place.
2 Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
Time shall soon this earth remove;
Rise, my soul, and haste away
To seats prepar'd above.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Topic: | New Years Day |
Notes: | Public Domain. |