Leave Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple be nobler than the last,
Approach a new heaven with a dome more vast, 
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
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