Religion
Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise
Translated by John Brownlie (1900) · From Hymns of the Greek Church (1900)
Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise,
No other service know;
In holy strains the love express
That fires the heart below.
Burn, burn, my soul, and ever be
With holy ardour fired,
And, strongly armed with firm resolve,
Be evermore inspired.
Pour forth a bloodless offering
Of hymns and holy lauds,
And weave a garland rich and fair
To crown the King of gods.
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MLA
Philosopher, Synesius the. “Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise.” Translated by John Brownlie. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/synesius/4/.
Chicago
Philosopher, Synesius the. “Up, up, my soul, on wings of praise.” Translated by John Brownlie. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/synesius/4/.
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