Normale Version: Mental Solitude
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Mental Solitude

There is a solitude the mind creates,
A solitude, of holy thought, profound –
Alone, save there the “Soul’s Ideal” waits,
It maketh to itself a hallowed ground.

Lo! the proud eagle when he highest soars,
Leaves the dim earth and shadows far behind –
Alone, the thunder cloud around him roars,
And the reft pinion flutters in the wind –

Alone, he soars where higher regions sleep,
And the calm ether owns nor storm nor cloud –
And thus the soul its upward way must keep,

And leave behind the tempest ringing loud –
Alone, to God bear up its heavy weight
Of human hope and fear, nor feel “all desolate.”