Poetry of Kansas
 

Wings

Be thou a bird, my soul, and mount and
            soar
      Out of thy wilderness
      Till earth grow less and less,
Heaven, more and more.
 
Be thou a bird, and mount and soar and
            sing,
      Till all the air shall be
      Vibrant with ecstasy
Beneath thy wing.
 
Be thou a bird. thy haunt the boundless
            sky;
      Cleave thou the cloudy rack
      Till thy unbeaten track
In sunshine lie.
 
Be thou a bird, and trust, the autumn
            come,
      That through the pathless air
      Thou shalt find otherwhere,
Unerring, home.
 
___Arthur Graves Canfield
 
Sunflowers
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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