Life, art, and letters of George Inness . that produced one of his freshspring landscapes, telling of love and immortality,brought from his pen this poem, called Exaltation: Sing joyfully!Earth-bound no more,We rise. Creation speaks anewIn brighter now enthronesIts imaged forms,Winged with a joy thatNeer from nature grew. Sing joyfully!The Lord has live. 97 LIFE, ART, AND LETTERS Released, the spirit flies, Robed with the light Above earths night, A symphony. We sweep along in song that never dies. Sing joyfully! Bright nature lives In us. Thought, sight, and sound, Mind—all
Life, art, and letters of George Inness . that produced one of his freshspring landscapes, telling of love and immortality,brought from his pen this poem, called Exaltation: Sing joyfully!Earth-bound no more,We rise. Creation speaks anewIn brighter now enthronesIts imaged forms,Winged with a joy thatNeer from nature grew. Sing joyfully!The Lord has live. 97 LIFE, ART, AND LETTERS Released, the spirit flies, Robed with the light Above earths night, A symphony. We sweep along in song that never dies. Sing joyfully! Bright nature lives In us. Thought, sight, and sound, Mind—all are one. To gentle souls We whisper thought echoes of loves profound. Sing joyfully! Lifes sympathies Speak truth. Doubts but disease. Resurrection is affection, Spirit wakening, From earths tides to voyage oer brighter seas. Sing joyfully! A real world we see. Earths meadows and its hills Within thy heart Their joys impart To us as well as thee. Sing joyfully! God all space fills. Or this, called Address of the Clouds to theEarth: 98. NEW SOKE AW4 have wept our burden; ire have filled thy streams. Tliv fields are vital writh the greenness of a freshened life, O Earth, our brother*And now ire court the irinds, hilarious in our wedded thy high-reaching hills we break in varied forms,And make thy groves and meadows ring in joyous laugh At our black shadows as we pass. Soon will we join ourselves in softened forms, And, far extended on thy horizon, lie stretched along in sweep repose,As pearly pendants to thy distant mountain-peaks,Thy hills revealed, and all thy body bathed in shining light,We throw our kisses at thee as a vaprous breath. While in the spirit of introspection or dramatic in-tensity one could imagine the storm-clouds gatheringon his canvas, creatures of his very depth of thoughtand dynamic action. As a man thinks, so is he, canbe truly spoken of George Inness. Many times hesaid to me: George, my love for art is killing me, and yet itis what keeps me aliv
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