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At Times When I, With Spirits Low Seek a place where souls do soar, The lofty cliff to which I go Each time seems taller than before. The ocean, bluer than the sky, Shows not a wave from that great height. I stand where eagles cannot fly I touch the sun - I roar with might! I see the curving of the earth, I feel it hurl through endless space. Up here no need for joke or mirth Or other creatures of my race. To live, to breathe is joy enough I am the lord of my domain. Down below the seas are rough High up here there is no pain. Infinity is revealed to me, I drink from its pure fountain. Life's not always ecstasy But I have climbed my mountain.
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