“Our thoughts are boundless, though our frames are frail, Our souls immortal, though our limbs decay; Though darken'd in this poor life by a veil Of suffering, dying matter, we shall play In truth's eternal sunbeams; on the way To heaven's high capitol our cars shall roll; The temple of the Power whom all obey, That is the mark we tend to, for the soul Can take no lower flight, and seek no meaner goal.” WaySoulMatterPlaySufferingHeavenGoalPoorDyingCarEternalMarkFlightTemplesImmortalDecayOur ThoughtsVeilsLimbsBoundlessFrailCapitolSunbeamsPoor Life Book:Poems by James G. Percival ... Source: Poems by James G. Percival ...
“Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.” WayWingsFlashLightningBeam Book:The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch Source: The Poetical Works of James Gates Percival: With a Biographical Sketch
