Anne Whitney



I know this spirit bridges unknown space...

by Anne Whitney

I know this spirit bridges unknown space
And half-forgotten centuries, that I
May know I am of royal family,
And live to my high birth. The marble face
Of Destiny grows fluent, as I trace
These arteries of broad being. I can wait
More years than earth allots me, for my state
Is not of time: nor binds me any place,
Since on and on the mazy current tends,
That takes my little thread, a breath might sever,
To mingle it with universal ends; --
And tho' I fail and fall, yet am I still
Most strong; since every high, tho' balked endeavor,
God intertwines with his eternal will.


Copyright 1859
346 & 348 Broadway
D. Appleton & Company
New York

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