Poems (Edwards)/The Soaring Bird
THE SOARING BIRD.
Soar upward and onward thou pinioned bird,
In the far off realms let thy voice be heard,
With the blue sky pressing upon thy brow,
And the sunlight gilding thy breast as now,
With thy heart hymns gushing along thy throat,
Still upward and onward, thou proud bird! float.
In the far off realms let thy voice be heard,
With the blue sky pressing upon thy brow,
And the sunlight gilding thy breast as now,
With thy heart hymns gushing along thy throat,
Still upward and onward, thou proud bird! float.
Away, away, to the bright blue sky,
Away to the clime where the cloudlets lie,
With the sunbeam's wing, away bright bird,
Away like the flight of a light'ning word,
Give thy glowing pinions to the upper air,
Away, for no shadows may reach thee there.
Away to the clime where the cloudlets lie,
With the sunbeam's wing, away bright bird,
Away like the flight of a light'ning word,
Give thy glowing pinions to the upper air,
Away, for no shadows may reach thee there.
Thou hast upward flown, thou hast left the storm,
And the blue sky circles thy graceful form,
Thou hast left the tempest and gloom below,
Through a clime of beauty in grandeur to soar,
'Till the golden tint of thy glancing wings
Shines brightly, above all earthly things.
And the blue sky circles thy graceful form,
Thou hast left the tempest and gloom below,
Through a clime of beauty in grandeur to soar,
'Till the golden tint of thy glancing wings
Shines brightly, above all earthly things.
O! wouldst thou lend me thy pinions fair,
Like thee, the breast of the storm I'd dare,
I'd soar away to the land of love,
I'd taste the joys of the realms above,
I'd float away to those regions free,
Would! would that my spirit could soar like thee.
Like thee, the breast of the storm I'd dare,
I'd soar away to the land of love,
I'd taste the joys of the realms above,
I'd float away to those regions free,
Would! would that my spirit could soar like thee.