Poems (Linn)/Carrier Pigeon
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CARRIER PIGEON.
MY pigeon's wings are strong to move
In services of war or love.
See how she beats her prison bars,
Longing to fly into the sky;
Blame not my bird but see her pine;
Not hers the fault, but it is mine.
She waits to use the powers God gave,
She longs to sail the airy wave
Of the blue ether; speak no blaming word;
Pity the restless captive bird.
In services of war or love.
See how she beats her prison bars,
Longing to fly into the sky;
Blame not my bird but see her pine;
Not hers the fault, but it is mine.
She waits to use the powers God gave,
She longs to sail the airy wave
Of the blue ether; speak no blaming word;
Pity the restless captive bird.
O Thou, who gavest the pigeon sight
To guide her on her fearless flight,
And long, strong wings to bear her far;
Thou knowest why she does not fly?
Thou who gavest the soul desire
To mount to Thee, and to aspire
Unto the best, seest Thou the hand
That binds? Or is it Thy command
That placed these bars, where, like poor captive things,
We beat our strong, God-given wings?
To guide her on her fearless flight,
And long, strong wings to bear her far;
Thou knowest why she does not fly?
Thou who gavest the soul desire
To mount to Thee, and to aspire
Unto the best, seest Thou the hand
That binds? Or is it Thy command
That placed these bars, where, like poor captive things,
We beat our strong, God-given wings?