The Bird, Let Loose in Eastern Skies

The bird, let loose in eastern skies,
—When hastening fondly home,
Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies
—Where idle warblers roam;
But high she shoots through air and light,
—Above all low delay,
Where nothing earthly bounds her flight,
—Nor shadow dims her way.

So grant me, God! from every care
—And stain of passion free,
Aloft, through virtue's purer air,
—To hold my course to Thee!
No sin to cloud,—no lure to stay
—My soul, as home she springs;—
Thy sunshine on her joyful way,
—Thy freedom in her wings!
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