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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume IV. The Higher Life.  1904.
 
VII. Death: Immortality: Heaven
“It kindles all my soul”
Maciej Kazimierz Sarbiewski (1595–1640)
 
From the Latin by John Mason Neale

“Urit me Patriæ decor.”

    IT kindles all my soul,
My country’s loveliness! Those starry choirs
    That watch around the pole,
And the moon’s tender light, and heavenly fires
    Through golden halls that roll.        5
O chorus of the night! O planets, sworn
    The music of the spheres
To follow! Lovely watchers, that think scorn
    To rest till day appears!
Me, for celestial homes of glory born,        10
    Why here, O, why so long,
Do ye behold an exile from on high?
    Here, O ye shining throng,
With lilies spread the mound where I shall lie:
    Here let me drop my chain,        15
And dust to dust returning, cast away
    The trammels that remain;
The rest of me shall spring to endless day!
 
 
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