W. L. S.
Pure soul and true! in bonds of doubt confined,
At first he faltered, 'neath the pall of night;
Then, on the wings of his imperial mind,
Soared to the sun and vanished in the light.
At first he faltered, 'neath the pall of night;
Then, on the wings of his imperial mind,
Soared to the sun and vanished in the light.
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