How high may spirits soar? How high is hope?
How high is happiness? How high the sky?
What trembling thoughts, ascend with me, this happy slope,
Towards the moon, the stars: Tell me how high?
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Beautiful lines. I just love this collective of flow: 'How high the Heaven, when and where my angels sing? Their hymns, I hear resound through all my soul. How high is colour? Where exquisite Light may bring A gentle goodness; Swoon! How high the whole? ' Lovely job. Makes one feel good just reading it. Thanks.