O SUN of real peace! O hastening light!
O free and extatic! O what I here, preparing, warble for!
O the sun of the world will ascend, dazzling, and take his height--
and you too, O my Ideal, will surely ascend!
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(I must not venture- the ground under my feet menaces me- it will not support me: O future too immense,) - O present, I return, while yet I may, to you.