Felicia Dorothea Hemans - Flight of the Spirit lyrics

Whither, oh! whither wilt thou wing thy way? What solemn region first upon thy sight Shall break, unveiled for terror or delight? What hosts, magificent in dread array, My spirit! when thy prison-house of clay After long strife is rent? Fond, fruitless quest! The unfledged bird, within his narrow nest, Sees but a few green branches oer him play, And through their parting leaves, by fits revealed, A glimpse of summer sky; nor knows the field Wherein his dormant powers must yet be tried. Thou art that bird!--of what beyond thee lies Far in the untracked immeasurable skies Knowing but this--that thou shalt find thy guide!