Excerpt from Liberty's Centennial: A Poem of 1876 A spell steals o'er my troubled mind With beaming dew like Eden's haze, Until my heart, to fate resigned, Like heaven burns with love and praise: A rosy life in silver calm, More gentle than the rays aloft. Sinks on my soul and eyes with balm And blessing holy, pure and soft; The mystery of this serene Seems all divine; what may it mean To flesh and blood? The tender light Gives archangelic strength to sight, To stretch beyond the farthest sun, And past and present view as one; Ay, ages pierce ere they have birth, O'erlooking all as eagles earth. And set the fettered senses free Till e'en the blind from birth can see. That light, from neither sun nor moon, I drink as life; I feel it soon From the Immortal Inmost roll, And grandly flow from soul to soul. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.