Fly, my soul fly, spread thy wings and fly
Thy hill bid thee come, now bid thy vale the bye
Up the mountain high, thy rise availeth thee;
Thy weightless flight to lift, thine eyes the sight to see
Arise, my soul arise, the journey is far-off still
The ravens now attend to thee, rise up and take thy fill
Th' unleavened bread shall be to thee a light upon thy feet
To guide thy steps from falling deep into the tempter's pit
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