Poetry of Kansas


Be thou a bird, my soul, and mount and
      Out of thy wilderness
      Till earth grow less and less,
Heaven, more and more.
Be thou a bird, and mount and soar and
      Till all the air shall be
      Vibrant with ecstasy
Beneath thy wing.
Be thou a bird. thy haunt the boundless
      Cleave thou the cloudy rack
      Till thy unbeaten track
In sunshine lie.
Be thou a bird, and trust, the autumn
      That through the pathless air
      Thou shalt find otherwhere,
Unerring, home.
___Arthur Graves Canfield
Selected by Arthur Richmond Marsh
(Lawrence: Journal Publishing Co. 1888)
Page 69
December 30, 2001 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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