My Soul is Awakened
My
soul
is
awakened,
my
spirit
is
soaring,
And
carried
aloft
on
the
wings
of
the
breeze;
For,
above,
and
around
me,
the
wild
wind
is
roaring
Arousing
to
rapture
the
earth
and
the
seas.
The
long
withered
grass
in
the
sunshine
is
glancing,
The
bare
trees
are
tossing
their
branches
on
high;
The
dead
leaves
beneath
them
are
merrily
dancing,
The
white
clouds
are
scudding
across
the
blue
sky.
I
wish
I
could
see
how
the
ocean
is
lashing
The
foam
of
its
billows
to
whirlwinds
of
spray,
I
wish
I
could
see
how
its
proud
waves
are
dashing
And
hear
the
wild
roar
of
their
thunder
today!
