Awake, Mortal Dreamer

PROUD , mortal man, that thinkest art awake,But still in sleep art dreaming daily on;Nor mov'st thyself to holy treasures take,Nor bid'st mesmeric slumber to be gone, Thou dost profess to be god of life,And goest forth to deeds in sight of all;With sweat of face thou pantest in the strife,Not knowing that thy pride must have a fall.

One touch of Love Divine would waken thee,But oft as Angel finger seeks to placeHis mystic touch to set thy spirit free,As oft is beaten back from off thy face.

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