Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
PrideDavid Atwood Wasson (18231887)
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And skyward, skyward without limit soar,
As if the pinion of a god he wore,
Till earth were left a dwindling star, whose light
Flew faint upon his track,—at last his height
All height would vanquish; there in deeps of space
Were neither upper nor inferior place:
Distinction’s little zone below him quite.
Oh! happy dreams of such a soul have I,
And softly to my heart of him I sing,
Whose seraph pride all pride doth overwing,
Soars unto meekness, reaches low by high,
And, as in grand equalities of the sky,
Stands level with the beggar and the king.