From the Broken Wing

Question<br /><br />The great dawn breaks, the mournful night is past,<br />From her deep age-long sleep she wakes at last!<br />Sweet and long-slumbering buds of gladness ope<br />Fresh lips to the returning winds of hope,<br />Our eager hearts renew their radiant flight<br />Towards the glory renascent light,<br />Life and our land await their destined spring<br />Song-bird why dost thou bear a broken wing?<br /><br />Answer<br /><br />Shall spring that wakes mine ancient land again<br />Call to my wild and suffering heart in vain?<br />Or Fate&#39;s blind arrows still the pulsing note<br />Of my far-reaching, frail, unconquered throat?<br />Or a weak bleeding pinion daunt or tire<br />My flight to the high realms of my desire?<br />Behold! I rise to meet the destined spring<br />And scale the stars upon my broken wing!

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